I stood by the platform waiting for my train, my mask tight against my face. A man jeered at me, his lips twisted in a cruel grimace. I moved back.
“I have something for you,” he smiled as he spat. I felt his wet spittle on my exposed skin. I screamed, frantically searching for a tissue to erase death from my face.
Onlookers stared, their hearts bound by fear as their masks sagged. He wiped his mouth, licking his cruel lips. Tears streamed from my eyes. I vowed to fight this virus; killers mustn’t win.
The above is my entry for Charli Mill’s flash fiction challenge – May 14, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that answers the question, “What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you are in absolute danger?” Go where the prompt leads!
I’m back home from Brighton after helping out my daughter with her fractured ankle. It has been quite an experience as you will read in my previous post An unusual Valentine’s Adventure, which was published on the 15th of February. Well, the adventure wasn’t quite over as I was soon to discover! All seemed to be fine on my journey back, the trains were running on time. I was on the last leg of my journey home when a considerable amount of smoke filled the interior of my train, coupled with a rather unpleasant, noxious, smell. Windows were opened to try to let out the smoke. An elderly gent moved down the train, clutching his scarf to his mouth, coughing in discomfort. A young child had been crying for some time and now seemed to be crying much more loudly in protest, adding to the strained nerves of myself and the other travellers. The train stopped, and passengers started to look around to see if they could see the source of the smoke. It seemed to be getting thicker, and more pungent. Finally an announcement was made, the rear portion of the train’s breaks weren’t working properly and a temporary fix had to be done to get us to Royston. With the fix completed we speeded on to Royston, all the time I was wondering if the temporary fix would hold, would we be able to stop? Luckily, all was well, the runaway train very kindly obliged, and came to a very satisfactory, stop. From there the rear portion of the faulty train was uncoupled and all of the passengers moved into the first four carriages of the train. Glad I’m back home in one piece, a train without a fully functional breaking system is kind of a scary proposition if you ask me!
THIS BLOG claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and you do not wish for it to appear on this site, please contact or e-mail me with a link to said image and it will be promptly removed.