Legacy ~ Prologue
Posted on Friday, June 18th, 2010 in Fiction.The interior of the Santa Fe Station looked much the same as any Trailways Bus Terminal in the Southwestern United States, a poorly lit cavernous area tiled in a dingy black and white checkerboard pattern and festooned with overflowing trash receptacles. Scattered throughout the area was the usual gallery of rogues, small groups of sleepy eyed college students in their bell-bottoms and quasi-Native American headbands, the occasional wino complete with brown paper bag clad bottle of cheap wine raised in perpetual toast to a society that had long since ceased to acknowledge their existance. Some of the students were asleep on their backpacks, others rocking out to a cacophony of discordant sound blaring from their transistor radios, each seemingly tuned to a different station, while the winos, mercifully insulated from the chaos by vast quantities of Thunderbird and Ripple, ignored their surroundings perferring instead to converse with the voices that only they could hear.
