Day 16: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Steam fills the low vaulted ceiling. It looks like an overgrown shed than a station. From it three tracks merge into two and run away behind some houses. It doesn’t dampen the spirits. His excitement is palpable. The engine hisses.

At full speed the undulating countryside rolls by. A hint of soot carried on drafts creeps into the carriage. Eager eyes stare through small windows. He’s like a jack-in-the-box, popping up here, there and everywhere. Come rain or shine the “steam trains and lighthouses” are a moment of magic for him.

But the tourists and holiday crowd has gone, replaced by the low cloud and cold mid-winter rain. His smile, his laughter, as he rides the small trains carries me a long the winding road from Romney Marsh to Hythe, through the harsh rain and heady scent of cordite from the rifle range.

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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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One Response to Day 16: January Mindful Writing Challenge

  1. SM Jenkin says:

    Beautiful atmospheric and poignant piece ” through the harsh rain and heady scent of cordite from the rifle range” works well as an image.

    Like

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