THE GIRL ON THE OLD TRAM

Modern, sleek cars had been rolled out along the route.  At the time Jonathan travelled every morning an ancient tram still clanked and rattled along.

Accompanying him each day were the unchanging faces that shared this journey. The familiar smile and muttered greeting part of their set routine.

She appeared one grey morning. A ray of light piercing the everyday gloom. She sat opposite him. For the first few days he couldn’t making eye contact.

After a fortnight they established a nodded ‘hello’ when she took her seat.

Now Jonathan began to dream. Should he speak to her? What should he say? Was there a future for them? He resolved to talk to her the following Monday.

When she got on the tram that morning she was talking to Richard. Richard was another regular on the old tram. Richard boarded at the same stop as her.

She nodded to Jonathan as usual, then spent the rest of the journey chatting to Richard.

The next day Jonathan got an earlier tram. It was modern and sleek.


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Copyright Yinglan

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

Archie mounted his bicycle as the whistle from the steam train blew.

‘Go!’ shouted Malcolm, giving Archie a push.

The bet was simple.

Archie had made it one night in the pub. He could leave the station at the same time as the train and arrive at the next stop first. Most of the money was placed against him.

Pub regulars turned out to watch the big event. Archie thrust his feet on the pedals.

He failed to see the pothole. He crashed into it, sending him spinning through the air. The bystanders cheered.

Malcolm picked him up. ‘Better luck next time, Archie.’


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© Jellico’s Stationhouse

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

This month I am taking part in the A to Z Challenge 2017 – a post each day based on the letters of the alphabet and a theme. You can visit my A TO Z CHALLENGE 2017 page here to read the story.

As this challenge will take up a lot of my blogging time I may not get round to commenting on everyone’s posts, but I hope to find time to read all your stories as usual, and still be able to participate in Friday Fictioneers each week.

JUDE

The last note faded on the strings. The gathered handful of listeners gave polite applause. One guy flipped a coin into my bag.

People bustled past on their commutes. As I was about to begin my next song I saw her. She was exiting the train station in a hurry as usual.

For the last three months I had seen her every weekday morning. She never stopped to listen, just kept on walking without pausing. I had tried different songs: fast and slow; loud and soft; romantic and angry. Nothing seemed to interest her.

Last Friday, as she sped past, a piece of paper had fallen from her pocket. I stopped mid-song to pick it up.

Now it was time to put my weekend’s work into action. I struck the opening chord on my guitar and sang as loudly as I could.

‘Hey Jude…’

I saw her stop and turn. Our eyes met. She smiled, turned and walked on.

Tomorrow she will be back. Maybe she will smile at me again.


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© Sunayana MoiPensieve

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

THE SIGNALMAN

The signalman wrenched the last heavy lever into place and watched the long freight train slide passed him.

He sat back at his old, beaten up desk, checked off the last piece of paperwork and filed it away.

That was it. No fanfare, no applause, no big farewell. Tomorrow morning the computers would take over, doing it all automatically.

He would start his new job as a supervisor, a new desk and chair in a modern new building in the centre of town, only a short walk from his house. The signalman smiled. He couldn’t wait to get started.


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© CE Ayr

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.