Lonesome Soul Meets Unforgiving Locomotive

Late Monday night, under the moon that makes a man reflect on his choices—assuming he has time for such reflection—a lone pedestrian made the unfortunate decision to engage in a contest of wills with a locomotive near the corner of Wyoming and Industrial.

The train, being what it is—large and impatient, and utterly indifferent to mortal concerns—proceeded untroubled, while the pedestrian, being what he was—small, fragile, and woefully unprepared for the encounter—was decisively removed from further participation in the affairs of the world.

Authorities from the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department arrived posthaste–though there was little left to be done aside from acknowledging that the laws of physics had, once again, triumphed over human optimism. The unfortunate soul was pronounced deceased on the scene, his final thoughts forever a mystery—though one suspects they were brief and not altogether cheerful.