A steam locomotive pulls a ramshackle string of carriages through the
blazing heat of the Australian desert. The locomotive is small and
utilitarian, slow but sure, and too mundane to evoke much nostalgia for
the 1950s and the era of steam.
One of the wagons is a refrigerated cooler used for transporting animal
carcasses from the outback abattoirs to the markets in the city. Inside
this otherwise empty cooler a man keeps a grim journal, writing on the
walls a detailed log of his gruesome decline as he slowly succumbs to the
cold.
The man, a railway worker trapped inside the wagon at the start of the
journey and having resigned himself to his fate, writes that he hopes this
firsthand account of death by hypothermia will be of use to science and
that his death will therefore not have been entirely without purpose.
Only much later is it discovered that the refrigeration unit hadn’t been
operating during the time of his demise and that the temperature inside
the wagon never fell below 68°F. Yet the man dutifully manifests, and
records, the specific symptoms of hypothermia as he dies a needless,
painful death.Copyright
2005 Alan Woodruff
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