On the rails

5 0 0
                                    

Juce 18, 1946 9:47 pm
Now we are on our way to Kings Cross station. This was were i was leaving for the time being of the war.
My train was the Olton Walleres Express. This train was special. Depending on how far you're going, you are put in three classes.
Im the first class because I was going all the way to the other side of England.
When i said my final goodbyes, the conductor closes the doors.
The train then hugs t
he rails and we are off.
As the train left the station, the whistle howls through the round roof top of the station, howling through the night away.

Believe in Miracles (An English Wonderland story)Where stories live. Discover now