The train

The migrants boarded the train. They had done it! Cheering and chattering erupted inside the carriage.

The train began to move. Leaving the station it headed across open countryside blanketed in snow.

Then someone screamed.

A young mother froze, her head swathed in patterned cloth. She could see a slim man sliding down the window. Crying, sobbing.

She ran to the window clutching her new born baby and looked into the distance.

The tracks slowly curved in the direction of giant towers belching dark smoke into the sky. She caught glimpses of faces in nearby fields. Figures standing, watching, smiling. Some with arms raised in some kind of salute. 

She started screaming. 

As it neared its destination the carriages morphed into a line of cages, the walls and windows disappearing. Wind rushed over the terrified occupants faces as they sped towards the giant furnace. The inferno.

Moments later it existed the other side. All was quite. No trace of the people remained.