Morning and the classification yard was waiting. It wasn’t the largest yard, but it was big enough to serve the surrounding towns. In the distance the air-horns of the first engine to fetch a train could be heard.
Presently the first engine appeared, a GP-9 switcher painted in the livery of Rhode Island Western Railway. It backed into the yard, switching back an forth to pick up three strings of cars, then headed out with it’s air-horns making an ear-splitting signal each time it came to a grade-crossing.
Gone are the days of the melodic Steam-whistle.
Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields challenges writers, or wannabe writers to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt each week. Here’s one for January 13, 2017
Thanks C. E. Ayr for the photo.