The Last Train

Train Cars

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

Fog rolled across the prairie with a shriek of a forgotten whistle and the thunder of a locomotive.

Irv held his grandson, Bill, as the apparition approached.

And there it was, car after car of chemicals heading east, roaring past just as it had all of those years ago.

Bill’s jaw dropped.  He’d never seen the like.

Irv had.  The Earth had to give up its bounty, even though there was precious little.  The teaming millions and billions wanted and wanted.

The trains had stopped, replaced by the killing smokes.

A breeze blew away the train.

“Let’s go,” Irv said.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jennifer Pendergast. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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