Word count: 100
It never failed. The train passed by exactly at four o’clock every afternoon while I lazed away in the field, dreaming, hiding from my chores. I imagined myself hopping on it one day, taking me away from here.
I wanted to see the world. I was going to GO places! The city was calling me: the hustle and bustle of “real” life was out there, not here in this endless nothingness. I was ready to go out there and see it for myself. Mom wanted me to go out there and find what I was looking for.
Then Dad died.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 Word Stories
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