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Feel the Rumble – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneers time and I have finally come up with something.  Having already written a post about my son’s love for trains as a boy and another on wanting to run away via train, I was a tad stumped.  What to write about?  My creative muse having abandoned me completely, I had to rely on a fond memory.

Thanks always to Rochelle for being the hostess with the mostest and this week, a thank you to Dawn M. Miller for the use of this beautiful picture.

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Feel the Rumble

Sitting around the dinner table the sounds of her guests enjoying themselves pleased her.

Suddenly, everyone stilled, silence reigned and they turned to her wide-eyed.

“What the hell was that?” one queried.

“What do you mean?”

“That rumble.  Earthquake?  Didn’t you feel it?  And it sounds like glasses are crashing inside your china cabinet.”

“What rumble?”  She frowned.  “Oh that!  Ha ha!  That was the train!  I don’t even notice it anymore and I didn’t hear the glasses because of the party.  Every few months or so, I have to push them back because they jiggle with each train passing.

117 thoughts on “Feel the Rumble – Friday Fictioneers

  1. I can so relate. One of my best friends, in high school, lived right next to the train tracks… in NYC. I always wondered how she could get any sleep. Whenever I stayed over I jumped out of bed looking for my shoes.

    The detail of the moving glasses takes us right into the story.

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  2. Q,

    You gathered up a head of . . . wait for it . . steam for this one! Okay, sorry . . I had to. So now I umm, lost my train of thought and went right off the track! Okay, sorry twice more.

    But for reals, love where you went with it. Imagine living with that rumble? I think I’d like it actually, maybe. Dunno.

    You’re outta control!


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  3. A great take and a great description on how our brains just tune stuff out when it doesn’t matter. Personally I like a bit of noise. It’s silence that bothers me! And thank you very much for the follow, Dale, I really appreciate it, Jilly.

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  4. I love the sound of trains. We live on the side of a valley with a steam train running through – it’s magical. I’m used to the noise, hardly ever hear it, but I can also tell in an instant if the loco has a problem, even though I can’t see it for the trees. Nice story.

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  5. It just goes to show people can get quite used to anything if they live with it long enough! I never lived near a train track, but I remember living near the party dorm at college. After a couple of weeks, I got used to the sound of stumbling rugby players, though I think trains might be less noisy.

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  6. I totally get it. I live on a very trafficked road & the streetcar line. Folks who have never been here before say, “but what about the streetcars?
    I reply, “I find them soothing!” …. ah the tinkle of my stacked crystal punch cups!

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  7. Shortly after we were married, Connie and I moved into a house next to the railroad tracks. We had a waterbed and I remembering it jiggling like an oversized bowl of jello each time the train passed. But like your story, after a couple of days, we didn’t even notice it any more.

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    • Thank you, Andrea. The things that are part of your memories… great memories, I might add. Where I am now, I can occasionally hear a whistle blow from another train but it’s not the same as feeling the rumble!

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  8. A friend of mine lives very close to the elevated subway tracks. … They stop conversation mid-sentence to ‘let a train pass’ without even realizing that’s what they are doing … 🙂 It is hilarious to see and jarring (pun and all) to sit through … 🙂

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  9. I had a friend, years ago, who lived very near the train tracks. I was there a few times when a train came through and astonished at how loud it was. More astonishing still, was how nonchalant they all were at the interruption, which was such a common occurrence.

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