Thursday, 24 January 2013

Waiting for a Train

©George Holdan

©George Holdan
©George Holdan

Waiting for a Train

I’m wet and cold.
Fur soaks up the rain like a sponge in the bath.
She said to wait.
I’m counting to see how long.
She wriggled through the fence.
Mother will beat her again for getting dirty.
She lay down to rest on the railway.
She said she was waiting for something as well.

55 words

This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollar's 55 Word Challenge

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