Goldies or Oldies?
Music recommendation : 10 feet down by NF ft Ruelle.
[Author's POV]
[Zurich, Switzerland]
There had been a wreckage on the train tracks. A few oldies gathered, looming over the immobile figures laying on the tracks.
'What are they?' An old woman with a hoarse voice spoke first.
'They could be spies for all we know.' An old man dressed in thick coat poked his cane at one of the figures and it stirred. In fear, the man lunged his stick at it.
'Go away, you spawn of satan!' The man kept swinging the damned cane but luckily the stranger was quick enough to dodge it.
'Wait!' She cried. 'I'm American! I'm American!'
The man paused, his mouth formed an O along with the other 3 older women who stood by him.
'Oh my. There's blood all over her.' Said the oldest of the woman, a ginger haired woman wearing thick spectacles and dressed in red wooly sweater over a brown long skirt.
'How'd you get this wound?' The grandpa pointed his cane at her, still wary of her.