Young Writers

Train Tracks
Lisa Chambers

“We’d lived near the old train tracks for as long as I could remember. The rusted lines carried their passengers by every few hours. They were loud and smelly, but they were consistent. I used to sit in the small, barren paddock by our house for hours with my brother, just waiting for one to pass. Then, he would hobble closer, calling ‘Choo choo, Jude!’ That was before …”