Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: My Getaway

wpid-photo-20150830113902812When grandpapa bought the property, he had no idea that the railroad would be right behind our home. Rails didn’t exist then nor did he dreamed of such transportation. They began assembling the rails during the early years of my papa’s boyhood and by the time I came along, a train was whirling by every few days.

The windows at our house would always be closed because of the train’s black smoke. As a nurse, mama said it’s not good for us to breathe it in.

As I grew, no matter how many times mama nagged me not to play on the other side of railroad, I would still go because the other side was like heaven, with vast open fields and grass. I think mama was afraid I’d get hurt or that I wouldn’t be able to get back because sometimes, freight trains would stop and wouldn’t move again until 24 or 48 hours later.

Then one day, mama and I had a big argument that impulsively, I jumped onto an empty cart and never returned.

(~175 Words)

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.

18 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: My Getaway

    • In my opinion, it might not had been a big argument. It might be the fact that she’s so tired of her mother’s constant nagging that she can’t take another minute of it. Thank you for reading. 🙂

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