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.
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.