| General Fiction posted January 17, 2019 |
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Railroad tracks are not a playground.
The Tracks Out Back
by papa55mike
There's the railroad switch that killed my brother. It seems like yesterday. We were racing down the tracks, of course, I was winning. Then the scream. I turned around, Bobby's foot, stuck in the switch. The train was already on him. I wince every time I walk by.
There's the railroad switch that killed my brother. It seems like yesterday. We were racing down the tracks, of course, I was winning. Then the scream. I turned around, Bobby's foot, stuck in the switch. The train was already on him. I wince every time I walk by.
I love this misty photo!
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Have a great day and God bless.
mike
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Have a great day and God bless.
mike
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