Here is this week’s photo, courtesy of C.E. Ayr.
Our challenge is to write a story in 200 word or less.
Was it on Platform One or to meet him off the one o’clock train?
Best play safe and amalgamate the two.
Would he recognise him? It had been years since they’d parted.
It was steam trains then.
As kids they’d hung over the bridge and breathed in the steam. It had a smell all of its own.
It wasn’t the same now.
War had seen to that.
The train pulled in and he stood.
Five past one. Late, but not by much.
The doors opened.
Nothing like the old days of sliding down windows and leaning out to open the door from the outside.
He was there, uncertainty written all over his face.
Their eyes met.
His pace gathered speed to cover the distance.
He bent down over the wheelchair to hug and embrace.
He was so thin, so frail.
But he was his brother.
He was home.