In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, (below) write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
The photo.
Who’s on Board? by John W. Howell © 2018
“Hold on Reggie.”
“What Sean?”
“I don’t remember a train track in this part of town.”
“How often do you come this way?”
“Not very. Usually to visit the Pig and Whistle.”
“The pub you mean?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“Well, no wonder you don’t remember a track here. You’re usually pissed when you leave a pub.”
“Aw Reggie. You know me so well. So what is with this train anyway?”
“Beats me. It does look a little different. Hey you.”
“Who?”
“You the engineer.”
“What can I do for you mate?”
“Where’s this train bound?”
“To Glory my man.”
“Glory? I never heard of a town named Glory.”
“It’s not a town. It’s a state of mind.”
“Okay, Sean. I get it. This is one of those preach, teach, and reach outfits. They get you on a vehicle, and pretty soon you’re dunked in a tank or river and yelling that you’ve been saved.”
“Not like that at all governor. This is the real deal. You can get on board and ride this train to Glory.”
“Not on your life. Mr. preacher man.”
“I think you may want to think about life for a moment. What are you going to do now?”
“What do you mean now?”
“Now that you have passed.”
“Passed? What are you talking about?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Driving Sean here and myself to this town.”
“Did you ever enter the town?”
“Well, let me think.”
“Reggie, we were passing that truck, remember?”
“Yes, I do. The bounder wouldn’t let us back in. . .Oh my gosh. We hit a tree.”
“And so here you are at the first stop of the Glory Train. Hop on board.”
