Fâ’s Journal · 01
Fâ’s Journal
The 5:12 Train — an illustrated tale
Every day at 5:12, at the little station of Sainte-Aube, a mossy robot announces a train that no longer passes. His name is Fâ. He keeps a seat on the bench. No one ever sits there. A tender tale about waiting, promises, and the places we keep.
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Sainte-Aube station — Station staff. Name: Fâ. (Like the note.) Role: reception robot at Sainte-Aube station. Distinguishing marks: no mouth. Speaks through the loudspeaker on his belly. A little moss on his shoulders. Runs on sunlight. Mission: announce the 5:12 train. Keep a seat for the traveler. Likes: the rules. Things worth keeping.
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Sainte-Aube station — Travelers’ register. Name: Lio. Age: fifteen. Distinguishing marks: red jacket, mustard satchel. Still looking for a bar of signal. Arrival: recently, at Sainte-Aube, with his mother. Ticket: an apple. (Accepted.) Waiting for: his father. “Soon.”
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“Attention, please. The 5:12 train is running a little late.” I say this sentence every day. Every day, at 5:12. I have said it since the flowers grew on the tracks. My name is Fâ. I am the reception robot at Sainte-Aube station. I have no mouth. I speak through the loudspeaker on my belly. It used to announce the trains.