It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : Lisa Fox.
wc: 100 exact. not sure that it has much to do with the pic though.
Boxed
I reached out to touch the rail… rusted. As rusted as the old boxcar that sat upon them. A shiver rippled up my spine.
‘So many rails…’ I thought aloud, tears brimming and ready to fall. My head sank to my chest. ‘It was another time… another place… But it wasn’t, was it?’
If I squinted, I could just make out the transport hub at the edge of the city. This time of day it would be packed with tourists, all coming to see this museum…
This rail car…
would they even remember the lives that had passed through it…
Author’s note: Been away for a while as I could not remember my password or find where I’d packed my book with it written down in. Any Hubby has new job and all is as well as it could be. Have a great week, y’all!
Chaos Central Command 
Dear Bear,
Hopefully museums like this can keep the memory alive. May we never forget. Glad to see you found your way back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Never forgotten, indeed! 🙂 The story came to me as I sat at the railroad tracks this morning waiting for the lights to change.
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Welcome back, Bear. And what an atmospheric melancholy tale to return with!
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Reminds me of the old Arlo Guthrie song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fF1lqEQFVUo
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It does kinda have that flair. Love that song, too.
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Welcome back! Glad all is fine.
I am assuming that this is set in the future (wording of “transportation hub”), and I am hoping people still shed tears on experiencing those box cars in person for a long, long time to come to come.
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Bear, I’m sure that building has a rich history. Nice spin on the image.
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Lovely to see you again. Well done.
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Thanks, Sandra. Glad to be back.
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I wondered where you’d gone, Bear! Good to see you :). Your story took me back to my childhood, where waiting for a train to pass was just a normal thing. If it was a freight train, counting the cars helped pass the time.
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Museums can play with one’s emotions. Nice one, Bear.
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It works for me. Bars hold many stories and memories too.
Tracey
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Bear! Good to see you here and to know your hubby has found a job. What a long haul that was! Great story to present upon your return. This reminds me of a museum Donn and I visited once, one that had old walkways and stores from the 1800s with all the old-time goodies inside. Wish I could remember where.
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Great take on the image – glad you are back 🙌
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welcome back! i could see your main protaganist boxed in just like those folks in the bar.
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Thanks.
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Glad you hubby found a job. Welcome back! A melancholy piece of fantasy, wonderfully written. 🙂
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A museum of memories. So many. Enough to fill a lifetime. Well done
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