
It’s another Six Sentence Story. Thank you Denise for hosting this fun writing prompt. Jump on the “train” and add your Six to the mix.
Departure
His eyes were like a far off train whistle, a plaintive and familiar haunt. She told him how she’d always dreamed of going places, that one day she’d hop a train, would escape this town. He said he had something that would take her places faster than a speeding locomotive.
And the dropped spoon fell, clickety-clack, and the needle gleamed like a steel rail.
She traced the tracks on her arms and knew her dreams were derailed, wrecked. Stepping along the railroad ties, she walked only as far as the trestle bridge.
So beautifully written and so desperately tragic, D. Superb Six!
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Thank you. I’m just glad to be in with you all this week.
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So sad. Too many derailed in similar ways.
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Yes, that’s a sad truth, Buddy.
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It’s so sad they do not realize they can get back on track, many have. Beautiful and plaintive.
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It is so sad when they do not get back on track. Thank you.
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We’ve both gone deep this time around and you’ve nailed a tragic truth D.
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Yes, thanks, we did.
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She shoulda hopped that train, and skipped the junkie in the way station.
May she find sobriety and renewal of her real dreams.
Beautifully done, D.
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Thinking it ends at that trestle bridge.
Thanks.
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Beautifully done.
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Though this isn’t very UPlifting, Thank you.
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Good description of the despair awaiting addiction. I hope she finds her way back.
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Maybe she will…
Thank you.
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Too Nasy
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nasty
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Some trips take people nowhere fast! Great job!
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Well put.
Thank you.
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Intriguing story with derailed journey and I really like the onomatopoeia.
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Thank you. Thought I’d put in some train sound.
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Oh, my. Simple and powerful, Ms. Avery. Your Six speaks succinctly of tragedy and despair and hopelessness.
You are most welcome and I’m glad you joined in this week!
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Thanks. I am glad I joined in too. The Muse and Time conspire against me lately.
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A sad but all too familiar situation. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Beautifully written, Ms Avery, a sad tale. The visuals of trains and railways works so well here. You wonder if the bridge at the end is the last stop for her, or if it might might lead into a crossing over of positive times.
– Ford
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Thank you Ford. I guess the bridge is open to interpretation by the reader, though I’d seen it as a last stop.
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Tragic!
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Yeah. Very. And it’s everywhere.
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Gosh, that last line! Honestly, I gasped.
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I thought I heard something, and now know it to be your gasp, which I will take as a compliment. Thank you.
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