Crunch: The Train To Tucumcari
Writing Exercise #43
Edit: I forgot to update the prompt questions below. If you already saw this, there’s new questions! Whoops!
For
’s Blue Wednesday I shared a song:After listening to it a few times, I gotta write something inspired by it. I’m also going to use the prompt, also from Derek, “This Ain’t Your Train, Son”.
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Crunch: “This Ain’t Your Train, Son”
“Can I help you, son?”
Herb startled, not expecting to see anyone awake this early at the railyard. “Who are you?” he asked the man, whose face remained in the shadowy dark of the train car.
“I asked you first.”
“You can help me up. Just trying to get on the train, like the rest of you.”
“These men didn’t try. Where’s your ticket.”
“I don’t have one.”
“These men did.”
“They’re drifters, I’m fixin’ to drift. Are you going to help me up or am I going to have to climb up?”
“You’re not gettin’ me, son.” His voice growled with a menacing air, like his voice was escaping from behind tumbling stones.
“Who appointed you keeper of this train car?” Herb asked, irritated.
The ominous man laughed. “That’s a longer story than I care to tell.”
“Isn’t this the train to Tucumcari?”
“Yes and no. This train passes every town. It’ll pass through Tucumcari.”
“Where’s it heading?”
“When it’s time for you to ride this train you’ll know. That’s how I know.”
“How you know what?”
“This ain’t your train, son. I’ll be back for you—not today.”
“I don’t even know you. What do you mean you’ll be back?”
“Name’s Charon.” The train groaned to life, steam rose from the deep black engine. Charon tossed Herb’s bag back to him. “See you ‘round, Herb.”
The train began easing away, it’s engine churning slowly. Herb was left staring with his mouth open. In the distance, a dog barked.
(250 words )
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Do you like greek mythology?
Have you ever ridden a train?
If you were on death row (heaven forbid!) what would your last meal be?
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I thought you were talking about death/ the grim reaper/etc. I don't have much knowledge of Greek Mythology. But I suppose I have absorbed some from watching movies and television.
Yes, I have ridden on several trains.
For my last meal, I want a 140,000 course meal consisting of five courses per day.
1. TIL who Charon is.
2. Yes, during the time I lived in Europe. Trains are fun.
3. Tacos, for sure.