Part 2: Electricty Crash
By Bruce Burn

Jim waited at the train crossing. The blades on the windscreen were racing to keep the rain from smearing his view of the approaching levitation train. Then they stopped. The car's motor died. The air-conditioner cut out. But Jim didn't even notice. In front of him sheer hell opened a door on madness as the levitation train dropped an inch or two and sparks sprayed from the runners as they hit the central rail. Immediately, great chunks of concrete flew into the sky as the balance skids crunched into the outer rails. It seemed everything went into slow motion as the train began to come apart and tear the track up. The huge train carraiges seemed to slowly settle into a boiling mess of rubble and rails, concrete and clay, steel and shattered machine. The noise was terrible as the train tore itself apart, and then dust rose to hide the rendering. The car shook as flying debris flew at it, some breaking the windows, some crashing onto the bonnet, the roof, smashing into the doors. Jim's jaw dropped at the surprise. Then he realised his own danger and hid down beneath the dashboard as the world came apart outside his little haven. As he huddled in the roaring cabin of his car he checked his watch. The digital display was dead.

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