The Taste of Steel..... pt.1

The scene wasn't focused, but he could definitely see the figure- bent over licking the railroad tracks. He'd tasted them before. A horribly metallic, yet strangely addictive taste. It had been there before.
He knew it couldn't possibly be himself he was seeing, yet somehow it seemed it was. These tracks were new. New to him.
Not all tracks were.

Through cloudy eyes, he watched the figure turn his head to the left. His tongue still on steel. The shaking of the earth increased as the train drew closer.
The watcher tried to scream at the man. But there was no interaction. Through the confusion, the figure on the tracks somehow heard the wail of Ronnie Wood's pedal steel guitar crying out to him right as the train struck.

The watcher was suddenly calmed. He was one again with the body. The train hadn't hurt this time. He was still conscious. A minute tops, probably only 30 seconds had passed. The last thing he remembered though was buying ice cream 10 minutes before.
He crossed through the intersection, and made a left.
he could make it out now.

...And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes

Exhausted, he drove the last 200 yards home. Put his ice cream up. To sleep. Perchance not to dream.... One day he knew the train would get him. This day he was lucky. He would barely remember this encounter. The specifics anyway.