Down by the twin trees, a bustling depot with folks toing and froing. Trains skittering in; skattering out. Whistles. Shouts. Metallic grindings and groanings.
To those whose imaginations didn’t travel, an old tin shed leaned against the rusting remains of a barbed wire fence. “A child’ll get hurt down there.” (50 words)
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #87;
Writing 101, Assignment 13: Play with Word Count (50 word stories)
(The idea with Assignment 13 is to step out of your word count comfort zone. Flash fiction prompts aren’t in my repertoire right now, so I tried my first 50 word story.)