Moral Philosophy
Tara lay on the track, pleading with her body to move, even just a little. She got lightheaded like this once in a while, but never in such a bad place, at such a bad time. She could see the five strangers on the other track—drunk college students, maybe?—lying passed out, unmoving. And getting closer and closer, an oncoming trolley, accompanied by the frantic squeal of failing brakes.
There, past the tracks—a familiar figure walking by, wearing the same uniform as Tara. The passerby froze as she took in the scene, cold dread filling her face. She was shouting something Tara couldn’t hear over the noise of the trolley. Next to her was the lever that controlled the junction—that controlled who the runaway trolley would hit. It was heading toward the college students, right? But the girl—the lever—she could save them—in exchange for—
Tara tried to imagine the terrible logic playing out in the other girl’s head, the impossible choice facing her. What would Tara do in her position? She had no idea.
Whatever you choose…it’s all right. I… I understand.
Tara shut her eyes tight.
Tara stood at the crossing, waiting for the trolley to pass and the gates to lift. Her eyes were screwed shut, just like they’d been the moment it happened, but the noises were still echoing in her head even now.
“…ra?” A concerned voice cut through the memories. “Tara?”
Tara’s eyes slowly opened to meet Lauren’s—tinged with worry and with something else hard to place, glimmering in those inky depths.
“What’s wrong, Tara?”