A Passing Train

Here is a piece of flash fiction, I wrote a few years ago.  Hope you like it.






The walls rattled as the midnight train passed my home. I lifted myself out of my armchair and peered out of the window. As I looked up and down the tree line, dust clouds ran up the sides of the tracks. I looked up at the clock it showed 11:00 pm.

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