Going Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 25, 2019

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Submitted: August 25, 2019



As I crossed the threshold of the platform onto the train, I took a quick moment to survey my surroundings.  There were only two others in the car, an older couple sitting close together on the far bench.  I gave them a nod which was politely returned by both, and took my seat.  I heard the warning chime for the doors, which slid closed shortly thereafter and the train pulled gently forward. 

“How was it?” The older man said. 


“Your stay?”

“Oh, fine – short, but fine. Wish I could have stayed a little longer.” 

“Ah yes,” the old man chuckled.  “It really is beautiful out there.”

He looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. 

“What have you got in the luggage?” 

“Oh, just the important things.” 

“That’s good,” he said.  “It’s good that you have things important to you.” 

“I’m sorry, but do we know each other?”

The woman gripped the man’s hand a little tighter.  Only now did I notice their dated clothing.

“Son, I’m your great-grandfather.” 

“Ah,” I said. “Sorry, I’ve only seen you in pictures.”

“It’s alright,” he said, lending a warm smile.  “We came to take the ride with you.  Welcome home, bud.”

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