Photo prompt C.E. Ayr
Every time I see train tracks I feel a longing inside me, a yearning that I cannot explain.
A train ride, that’s the only time I know for sure where I am going.
There is no turning left or right, it’s a straight line to my destination.
The in between is filled with moving pictures. People, cars, and houses pass by my window for a short while. The world outside doesn’t stand still while I am moving.
I can’t help but think about leaving right now, to a place far away with peace and harmony, to a place where people get along.
(Wordcount: 100)
Rochelle Wishoff-Field, the brilliant author, and blogger gives a new photo prompt every Wednesday. The Friday Fictioneers is a 100-word challenge. “Make every word count,” that’s the idea behind it and sometimes, like today, it’s indeed a challenge when I want to go on and on. 🙂
The happy Quitter! 
That was indeed an enjoyable ride. I long for that day to come…
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I really love the concept of trainrides too… when I was young I interrailed and I loved the feeling how free you where until you boarded the train, then you had no choice… just moving forward.
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I think it’s an “European thing,” the love for train rides. 🙂
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That’s because our trains over here in North America are awful. I mean, they’re not actually awful… I quite like them, but they get delayed a lot and aren’t as glamourised as air travel. There’s definitely a stigma over here
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It’s not just the delay, it’s the whole system.
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yeah, I agree with you there. Also the whole system is heavily subsidised by the government, so if you have time to kill, it’s a great way to get across the coninent
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Very lyrical and rhythmic like I imagine riding a train would be. I like the line “The world outside doesn’t stand still while I am moving. “
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Thank you for reading my post and thank you for your comment. I am glad you liked it
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Lovely and reflective. I would like to go to that place, too. Our trains here have become so chaotic and most often late that you never quite know how and if you get where you want to.
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I looks like we will need more than one train. 🙂
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Your last sentence – if only such a place existed.
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It has to.
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I hope they find what they are looking for. Well told!
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Thank you
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A very reflective piece. Well done.
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Thank you Sandra!
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It’s true, that it is one or the few times you know were you are going, unless one gets on the wrong train 🙂. Loved the story,
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There was a deep longing in those words.
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It’s really amazing how you were able to sum up the train-riding experience in only a hundred words. Lyrical and concise- nice job!
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Such a sweet comment. You made me feel good, thank you.
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Dear Bridget,
I feel like asking Toto if he thinks there really is such a place and breaking into “Somewhere over the Rainbow.” Nonetheless, I love the story. I took a long train trip last spring and really enjoyed it. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That sums up well the joy of riding a train. Nice take well told
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Thank you Graham!
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I love traveling by train, this summed up the joy of sitting back and letting the journey unfold.
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I always enjoyed riding the train back in Europe. I miss it here in the U.S. I wish it would be more popular.
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Great job describing the view from a train. I want to know where that place is 🙂
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You and me both 🙂
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That’s a lovely idea. I’d enjoy seeing it worked up as a story
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