Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Boxcar 87
“Are we almost there?”
Boxcar 87 looked back. Boxcar 88 was rocking a little from side to side, looking a bit anxious under a thin layer of dust.
“First trip out west?” Boxcar 87 asked. “Relax. Look how beautiful the desert is.”
Boxcar 88 snorted. “It’s boring. It’s, like, one color: khaki. Miles and miles of boring nothing.”
Boxcar 87 wondered about the future of rail transportation when youngsters like 88 had no patience, no imagination.
“Are we almost there?” Boxcar 88 repeated.
“No, we are not almost there.” Boxcar 87 sighed. This was going to be one long trip.
Nice narration from a box-car’s perspective.
Boxcar 88 has a lot of matur8ing to do.
Kids on long trips. Sigh. Of course, I was never like Boxcar 88.
Boxcar 88 sounds like a young car. Very creative of you to tell the story from the point of view of the boxcars. Amusing and well done, Tresha. 🙂 — Suzanne
This is boxcar eighty-nine. What’s going on with the two of you.
Cut it out and just keep rolling along.
Randy
Ha! Made me laugh!