“Come! Quickly!” My mother shouted as she waved her hand toward the entrance to the train. Beads of sweat had collected on the side of her face. She frantically looked around to make sure all three of us were present. Johnny, Louise and I. We had just shy of two minutes to board the train before it departed to the southern most tip of America. Weeks of travelling we ended up in the north west corner of this new country, anxious to get to our final destination. The train signaled it’s departure. Three sharp blasts. I stood nervously inside of the train, my eye fixated on my mothers figure. Louise jumped on at the last minute after hearing my mother scream for the third and final time.

“Where to now, Mamma?” Louise asked as we settled into our seats.

“Home baby. Home.”

147 words. This is a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Photo graciously provided by The Storyteller’s Abode.


9 thoughts on “Departure.

  1. A nice story. It seems the north west didn’t suit them, so I hope the southern-most tip of America turns out to be the happy home that Mamma hopes it will be. They say that ‘Home is where the heart is’, so I think they’ll make it happy… together.

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