Spontaneous Creative Writing

Here's the opportunity - ~200 words, no limits, spontaneous unedited prose. Let's see what happens!

Another train. Red alternating flashing lights, barriers down. A young teen dashes under, no train in sight. Jack waits. The British Rail Class 180 was late and the rain continued to drip off his cap and over his Cagoule. Sheltering his notepad from the incessant drizzle proved Jacks second most important task.

The whine of the warning siren as the barriers come down. It's just like the tinnitus in Jacks left ear. Warning. Train approaching. Warning. It won't stop for you. Warning. Jack knows the importance of this Class 153 due from Aberdeen. His notebook. Perfectly documented, obsessive precision. Date, time, schedule.

Vibrations. The track begins to shudder, movement whipping through. A steady rumble. It builds, louder, harder, screaming. Screaming. Just like that bitch at home. The accusations, true, but what did that matter? How dare she look. The notebook - obsessive, perfectly documented. Despair latched to every bone in Jacks body, his muscles twitched. Screaming. The lights of the 180 bore down along the track. Twitching. He stepped out.

The notepad. open. drizzle fell, the words thickened and blurred, unreadible. The barrier lifts.

That took about 20 minutes.