Death Lost That Race

The train left the station on schedule.

Conductor took the tickets from each passenger while the driver talked to his buddy about what it must have been like to have to worry about carrying enough coal to keep the iron beast moving.

Using a smartphone those ancient engineers never had he talked and texted his way through the trip never praying or thanking whatever powers may be for the grace he was granted.

He couldn’t hear the hooting and hollering of teenage boys encouraging their friend to drive faster, to beat the train across the tracks.

Tonight, luck beat death.

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It is always useful to find ways to improve your writing and communication skills.

I joined the 100-word challenge for just that reason. It is hosted by Tara at theThin Spiral Notebook.

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7 Comments

  1. Renee Tennis-McKinley February 12, 2016 at 7:37 pm

    Only by grace does luck beat death.
    Had me holding my breath, waiting for disaster. Well played.

  2. stephanie February 11, 2016 at 12:33 pm

    Nice buildup of tension. Adrenaline-fueled boys and a distracted engineer don’t usually bode well. This time luck beat death. Nicely done.

  3. Tara R. February 11, 2016 at 10:11 am

    I held by breath until the end. I’ve known too many hooting and hollering teenagers from my youth who had the same “indestructible” attitude. Nicely done. Glad you joined in 100 Words. I hope to see you back often.

  4. Melissa February 11, 2016 at 9:34 am

    Nice imagery! Fab 100 words!

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