The Age of Steam
As a kid he’d stand on the bridge as the express trains approached.
Then run to the other side as wagons thundered by.
Acrid smoke would billow around his trembling body and invade his nostrils.
Now only boring trains chug past here.
More rails than locomotives. (277 chars)
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I not really pleased with last weeks Twittering Tales. It didn’t turn out the way I would have liked. The subtilities of language proved too difficult to transmit in 280 characters.
You win some and you lose sum I suppose.
I’ll just move on.
I’m a lot happier with this weeks entry.
My feature photo is of the Puffing Billy near Melbourne Australia.