When the train stopped for the night the two men approached a boxcar. The taller one climbed in, looked around. Empty but for a few pallets. Okay, he said and the shorter man along with a woman and a child scrambled up. The child needed help, a lifting. The sun low tangled in the few desert scrub trees. Byzantium sky slow choked itself black.
I like trains too! In fact, I was thinking about an article featuring a train for an upcoming post. Now you've gone and forced me to move it up in my queue 😉
Thanks for the story, Victor, and for the time I've spent speculating what the train ultimately delivered!
I like trains too! In fact, I was thinking about an article featuring a train for an upcoming post. Now you've gone and forced me to move it up in my queue 😉
Thanks for the story, Victor, and for the time I've spent speculating what the train ultimately delivered!