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Here’s this week’s offering for Friday Fictioneers!
copyright – Dawn Q. Landau
Runaway Train
by Miles H. Rost
“Did you hear that, Marlys?”
Bob Caldwell called back to his beautiful wife, who was being followed by their loyal dog, Mange.
“Hear what?”
“It sounded like a train!”
Marlys shook her head, laughing.
“These tracks have been abandoned for nearly 50 years. There are no trains on this track.”
They kept walking, when he heard the same sound clear as day.
“Honey, I am seriously hoping you heard that.”
“Bob, you need your hearing checked.”
Suddenly, both of them felt a gigantic rumble under their feet, with Mange running into the trees and away from the railway.
Bob pulled her out of the way as a big Burlington Northern cab came barrelling by at a high rate of speed.
“You think I’m crazy now, honey?”
Marlys knew that she would never live this down.
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Good job they got out the way!
Thankful that Bob was listening, or Marlys would have had problems.
This reminds me of a scene from the 2nd Ghostbusters film where a ghost train goes straight through Winston. Was it supposed to be a ‘ghost train’?
It’s good that they got out of the way, you would not want to come up against a Burlington Nothern train, they were massive things.
I really like the dialogue (I could tell what their tone of voice was), and I can imagine the scene as though it is playing before me.
Nice story. 🙂 It reminds me of the scene in the Simpsons when Lisa is trying to make an emotional piece about the abandoned rail line and then a train roars past in the background.
I can imagine this, very well portrayed.
Seems like a very real bit of conversation, Miles, and I think I know who should get her hearing checked. 🙂 In this sentence: “…a big Burlington Northern cab came barrelling by at a high rate of speed”, I think you could leave out “at a high rate of speed” as “barreling” sums it up well. Just a thought. Glad they got out of the way!
janet
At least she lived! Great scene.
It’s a good job Bob was listening! Like Francesca, I did wonder whether the train was really there or a ghost train…?