Friday, May 1, 2015

Final Departure


Riding the rails for almost seven decades, Frank had seen far more than he could ever recall. He loved the freedom of going where and when the rails took him. But, times had changed and so had old Frank. 

With a worn out sigh, he struggled to board the rusted out freight car. Deep in his aching bones, Frank knew this was his final departure.


Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image:  Source


Linked to:
Five Sentence Fiction
Word Prompt: Departure

30 comments:

  1. So sad...I grew up in a railway town...about 500 metres from our home was a bunch of tracks jus tlike that photo. Thanks again for following my blog at Tracesof thesoul...I have a few others http://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com

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    1. Thank you, Cheryl. It's good to meet you.

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  2. A sad story... We used to hear the trains go by but they closed both railways that went through town. I still miss the train whistle as it approached the crossings.
    Things do change.
    Hugs,
    JB

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    1. Julia, I try to tell stories that are true to life, based on life. Indeed, some are very sad, but need to be told. The happy stories tell themselves. We can learn from the sadness, while we celebrate the joy.

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  3. The final departure is always the hardest. I wish we never had to face things like these, but then what is the beauty of joy without sorrow.....

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    1. Exactly; I agree with you. Thanks for visiting and commenting. I appreciate it.

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  4. Such a sad departure, Annie....but a great short story.

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    1. Linda, thank you for that. It is sad. So many things become obsolete. Unfortunately, (by society's standards)sometimes people do , too.

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    1. I am glad you like this, Brian. Thanks!

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  6. I love to hear and see a train. Very nice words McGuffy.

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  7. I like the photo of the old freight train. Your words are a perfect suit, too. I love hearing the sound of a train in the distance. There is something peaceful and reassuring about its nightly presence when my ears are fortunate to capture its call.

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    1. I think that is why so many used to ride the rails. It was peaceful and offered something"else", perhaps dreams.

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  8. Haunting. Everything has its time, right?

    Thank you for such an evocative short story...

    Have a great day, McGuffy Ann!

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  9. What a beautiful photograph!
    There are those among us who still remember such great and cost-effective modes of transportation. Hopefully, people will see the value of mass-transit and introduce more trains and invest in the infrastructure for the same.

    Have a Beautiful Day, McGuffy!
    Peace :)

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    1. That is an interesting thought, Chandra. We need to do something.

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  10. Sad, but the inevitable often is sad.

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    1. It is, Mimi. We need to live to our fullest and then be okay with that, and ourselves. Ultimately it is all we really have.

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  11. I love FSF. So much can be said with a few words. Frank's story is sad but he lived his life the way he wanted. Not everyone does. Great 5 sentences.

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    1. I do, too, Patricia. I like Frank.
      I also like being able to tell a story concisely. It is definitely a challenge. I am glad you enjoyed it!

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    1. Thanks, E. I am glad you enjoy these stories.

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  13. What!!?? And we are just hearing about Frank!! Oh, I would like to hear more about Frank's railway adventures for sure!! Like does he still follow and use the old hobo signs along the routes?

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    1. Maybe I will write more about Frank and his adventures. I love how you took to him, and his hobo life. Thank you for that.

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  14. I enjoyed this, Ann. While it is sad I feel that Frank has resigned himself to his fate and has a reluctant acceptance of it.

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