This is my entry in this weeks Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW)
The 1955 Platform Incident
I’d love to tell you the full story of the 1955 platform incident, but I can’t.
I was only around four years old, and can only really recollect what I’ve been told. What remains are imagined emotions and a vague malaise.
Imagine the billowing steam of the approaching monster, as the train approached, and then conjure up the look of terror on my face, as the platform rumbled and the train drew nearer.
Picture again, as I searched desperately for a hand to hold or the warm comfort of my mother’s embrace.
See in your mind’s eye, as the powerful express train hurtled through the station, with deafening noise and swirling smoke.
The photo was taken just after the train had disappeared.
What a great Facebook moment it would have made, don’t you think?