The train pulled into the depot with a hiss of steam and hydraulics.
Robert urged his daughter to stand up. “Let’s get something to eat.” He led her into the shabby building, frowning at the peeling paint and broken fans.
Sophie, of course, took it all in stride. “This is a nice place.”
Her father started to correct her, but then stopped himself. Sophie had never known a world that was fresh and shiny with promise, and maybe it was better this way.
He could only imagine putting the world back together, but she could imagine making something new.
This was written for Friday Fictioneers and is related to my serial, Valley of Ashes. Photo by Yarnspinner.
Robert urged his daughter to stand up. “Let’s get something to eat.” He led her into the shabby building, frowning at the peeling paint and broken fans.
Sophie, of course, took it all in stride. “This is a nice place.”
Her father started to correct her, but then stopped himself. Sophie had never known a world that was fresh and shiny with promise, and maybe it was better this way.
He could only imagine putting the world back together, but she could imagine making something new.
This was written for Friday Fictioneers and is related to my serial, Valley of Ashes. Photo by Yarnspinner.
