Prompt: Write a short story about your Facebook profile picture. Do you want to see something cool? she asked me as she pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose Always, I replied, with an excited grin. I buttoned up the three buttons on my wool pea coat. It was bright and sunny out, but still too early in the year to be considered nice. The bitter wind blew harsh against my neck. She took my hand and walked with me through an old, abandoned parking lot. All the windows on the ten-story buildings were boarded up. The fire escapes were old and rusted, and the wildlife that spiraled up the railings were grey and dead. The red bricks flaked and cracked along the outer walls of the buildings. Every few steps, shed push her hand closer into mine, closing all the space between mine and her fingers. I looked at her and smiled as she kept walking me through the lot and then down a street, followed by another. Where are we going? I asked curiously. Somewhere awesome. Youll see, she replied, seeming sure. I took her lead and followed her up a small path that still had a little bit of snow on it. We approached an old set of tracks that didnt look theyd been used in at least a decade. Rust encrusted the railroad that went straight in both directions. These are the old mill tracks she stated as she held her arms out, showing me the grand scene. Back in the day, this whole town was alive and thriving. People had farm stands all along the streets, all these abandoned buildings around made shoes, paper, ink, clothes, you name it. Theyd bring supplies through these tracks and through the river. From New York City to Boston, and everything in between. Then, the millhouse caught fire. Business plumeted, and everyone eventually left. This whole stretch of land for miles is completely abandoned. No ones here and everything is just...dead. The tracks went on behind her for miles, dead and decaying trees lining the bath. The sun close to setting just behind her illuminated her, giving her an aura and making spots on my eyesight. The small patches of snow and ice around us almost lit up as they reflected the giant golden ball. Sights that hold as much beauty as this one did are rare. The sun even relflected off of the old oncoming train lights, making them look as if they were on. I kneeled down to feel the tracks, just to be sure. Feeling the ice cold metal against my fingertips sent a shiver through my body. I stood up and took in the scene, taking mental photographs as to commit it to memory. Everything around us was dead, but Id never felt more alive. We smiled and walked wordlessly along the tracks. Along one the tracks, someone had spraypainted the words Going nowhere underneath a smiley face.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 01:03:23 +0000
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