Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithkreates@channing.fr before 6pm on 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 seem to be working, and I haven’t yet figured out why.

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 website, next Monday. Here is the photo

Here is my interpretation.

Right of Way by John W. Howell © 2016

“I have to say I love it out here.”

“I do too. It is so quiet.”

“You can say that again. Remember when we were worried about the train tracks?”

“Yeah, that was a hoot.”

“We were all concerned that there would be too much noise.’

“Yeah, remember telling the real estate agent that we might want to pass on the house.’

“I sure do. I can see her face now.’

“Talk about red. I’ve never seen a color like that.”

“Me either. I thought she was going to explode.”

“Well, she did convince us to take the house. She said the tracks are  never used.”

“She was sure right about that. I don’t think there has been a train since we move in.”

“I can’t recall one. Come to think about it.”

“Why is it we are sitting here at this station then?”

“Well, you know how it is.”

“Tell me how it is.”

“You never know when there will be one.”

“And so.”

“We want to be ready to complain to the real estate agent.”

“I think we are a little nuts don’t you?”

“She said never and never is a long time.”

“For sure.”