The engine moaned loudly as the air brakes screeched on the coal cars, keeping the train at a safe speed.
“You know Henry, if you just use the air breaks, they will burn up before you reach the bottom.” Sometimes you must trust the power in your hands.”
Purrlin sat down in his seat to rest. Simmi jumped up onto his lap and began purring loudly. Henry smiled feeling the wind blowing against his face as he leaned out the window. It seemed the trees were more colorful than ever.
“You can let the engine run on the last half mile,” Purrlin said. “She will roll back to normal when you reach the Broad River… the river… the river…”
The trees were glowing red, orange, and florescent green. Purrlin and Simmi were gone!
“Henry, time get up! You will be late for school.
Paintings: Dwight L. Roth
Spin-off story from Monday’s d’Verse prosery prompt.
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