Why do I like it?
Well, sure, I know it’s a hotel room painting, not worth anything. But I don’t buy Art for Investment.
Staring down the railroad tracks, I realize it is a metaphor for my life.
See there, tiny in the background, those two figures? My parents, young , from when I was just a child myself.
In the middle, the little girl? That’s my daughter, walking home from a long day in grade school.
The dog in the foreground is Rex, my last and best friend.
The pile of dirt the tracks run down represents… Oh, of course.
In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
9 thoughts on “Railroaded”
If you kids are looking for a body, I’m in!
heh, good idea for a story there… Quietly sinister, looking for a body along the railroad tracks.
Sounds like this picture’s really talking to him. He sounds kinda lonely.
Well the poor guy lost his last friend (Rex)! I’d say he is. Prolly pretty old, too.
There’s something awesome about railroad tracks!
Mystical and magical…ask Arlo Guthrie! Or any hobo, I s’pose.
Hope your character is getting good value from the pic.
Great story, really well written. I like the narrative voice – it gives you a good sense of his character.
Interesting point of view. The sense of loss and sorrow is very moving.