7 December 2018

260. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TUNNEL


THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TUNNEL 
(Friday fiction)

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller

She knew that on the other side of the tunnel there were green meadows. She knew. 

Today she was peeling potatoes for dinner when he got home in an hour or so. It dawned on her that today precisely that old fashioned train would slow down before the tunnel. 

Every month it happened. On a certain day an old fashioned train would appear, you know, the type they used in the wild west when cowboys just jumped on and off them at leisure. She had often laughed at it.

She left the potatoes, grabbed her dirty jeans from inside the washing machine and put them on. She took a shopping bag, the one she often used to get odd items at the local grocery. She looked at herself in the mirror and asked herself aloud if he would notice.
  
He walked home and waited at the crossing as usual to let the train pass. He saw her, there hanging outside a wagon trying to open the door. 

Hooting and whistling the train was gone. On the other side of the tunnel the meadows were green.

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Word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dawn M. Miller.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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