the squisher

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Clouds rushed across the clear blue sky as two young kids lay there, staring up at the heavens; and dreaming.

With my best friend by my side, we imagined the clouds to be many things, such as ice cream cones and flowers, and puppies.

Then suddenly we heard it, a loud whistle echoed through the valley and reminded us that the train wasn’t far off.

We jumped to our feet and headed for the tracks. Carefully placing pennies along the rails, we anxiously awaited the arrival of the locomotive.

In it’s speedy arrival, our pennies were squished flat. Mission accomplished!

This is my entry into Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Check out the link for more stories.

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13 thoughts on “the squisher

  1. Oh, I meant to mention….I followed an old geezer at 35 in a 60 KMH zone in an old truck with farm plates today. He must be one of yours. One of several bumper stickers said, “Relax, this ain’t the mainland.” šŸ˜€

    1. possibly! Do you know that when a Newfoundlander refers to the term ‘mainland’ he could be actually talking about two distinct areas? Any place but the island is known as ‘the mainland’, but there is also a community on the Port Au Port Peninsula known as ‘The Mainland’…

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