End of the Ride

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


I remember when I was a little girl, bouncing up and down on my mothers lap. We would take the train everyday. It would take us miles and miles a ways. We would see my grandmother and grandfather. It was always so so joyous and warm. There would be some tears sometimes, but I was always comforted and reassured by those around me. At the end of the ride the conductor would always come out to greet us off and I'd see him back again for the next ride.

In my next train I was carrying all kinds of things on the train; books, toys, lollipops. I would play and chase the other kids my age. I'd see the school teacher Mrs. Labell and the train would go all the way past the fields to the school. This train would some times bring new stress, when little boys would pull my hair and mom would yell if I ate too many sweets. But the ride was bouncy and full of fun.

The train after this one was more boisterous. I was a young lady and my friends and I giggled, doing our makeup on the ride, meeting up with other young men. We went out dancing, having a drink and a laugh.

The next ride came with something special on it. He was handsome, had a grand smile, eyes that could twinkle, and he swept me off my feet. Our ride was a passionate one, at times calm and steady and other times hard and unruly.

The ride after that I was a woman grown with a child of my own, carrying her onto the train. Braiding my little ones hair singing to her softly, teaching her not to eat with her mouth full. This train again brought all joy and tears that I saw on my own first rides. I saw her grow and board the train on her own.

My second last ride I was more tired, my hair had gone white, my demeanor more quite. I enjoyed the quite more, although still passing here and there to talk to few remaining friends. I would take my grandchildren occasionally too, sewing them scarves and giving them sweets. When this was over I groaned. My back felt sore. My joints were getting stiff from the seat.

Many of my friends and loved ones had already departed this station. My time too had come. And the conductor smiled .

“End of the ride my dear,” he said as he grabbed me under my arm.

And I watched all the other trains pass me as I headed for this one. I felt an ease, my physical ailments at rest, no longer did my joints ache or I struggle to catch my breathe.

I closed my eyes and went.


Submitted: May 08, 2020

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