I know it’s not the same as it was, but back when it was, I toddled the carriage aisle, swaying sideways, listening to the clickedy-clack in rapid repeat and the whistle announcing a station—and I’d wave. Now it’s silent maglev or hyperloop tracks, windows blur—no time to wave.
Jacqui loves Flash Fiction, Haiku, Haiban, 50 Word Stories, and the island life.
And I remember that well! Thanks for reminding me. Now the magic is gone.
“Clickity-clack” I close my eyes and I’m there. Well done.
Ah yes… brings back fond memories of yesteryear. I miss the old trains. Nicely written, Jacqui!
Interesting that you notice the difference between the times. Many don’t. Great job!