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Lonesome whistle

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I felt the locomotive before I heard it. Leaning against the greasy pylons, I was awash in the rumbling as it rode along the steel rails, and cascaded down over the wooden scaffold. It was a rhythmic thundering that resonated deep in my bones.

This was the timbre of my childhood. Escaping along the trestle easement, I would follow the tracks while making up stories in my head, lost in my fantasies of reckless adventure as the music of trains played in the background.

A lonesome whistle, swelling with tender emotion, sung a hymn of redemption. I was going home.

This week’s challenge is inspired by Tones of Home,” by Blind Melon
The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is “Train”

5 thoughts on “Lonesome whistle Leave a comment

  1. I love that the words painted a picture of the scene (and the photo just enhanced it). I felt myself standing there by the tracks waiting for the train to pass. Beautiful.

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  2. When I was a little boy, there was a three track viaduct, over the street, we had to walk under to get to school. When I was a little boy, there were STEAM engines. They were heavy. There were loud. You could drown in the sound under that viaduct if you were under there when a train came. We would stop. We would listen. when we thought there was no train coming, we would run like hell to get to the other side of the viaduct before a train would come. There was more than one kid that didn’t make it and more than one kid that peed his pants on the way to school.

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    • I lived across the street from a busy train track when I was a kid. I grew accustomed to the sounds, so much so that when I went away to college, I couldn’t sleep because it was too quiet at night.

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