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.