Jack hated trains, but he wanted to visit his mother in London. He chose a seat in the back.
He was just getting into his book - it was by James Thurber, and it always made him laugh - when a young woman with long blonde hair walked toward the empty seat next to him. She had a sweet smile, he noticed. Then she glanced at his face, looked flustered for a second, and took a seat a few rows down.
He hated trains.
to read more of Jack's story, click the label "Jack" at the end of this post.
" I had been trying all afternoon, in vain, to think of the name Perth Amboy. It seems now like a very simple name to recall and yet on the day in question I thought of every other town in the country, as well as such words and names and phrases as terra cotta, Walla-Walla, bill of lading, vice versa, hoity-toity, Pall Mall, Bodley Head, Schumann-Heink, etc., without even coming close to Perth Amboy... " - James Thurber, "My Life and Hard Times."
ReplyDeleteJack has good taste.
trains ... or women?
ReplyDeleteI want more Jack! he seems awesome
ReplyDeleteJack is right ;) More Jack... yes :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for your support
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to catching up here! Thanks so much for your kind words oxo
ReplyDeleteHi Emily, thanks for commenting on my blog Indigo.
ReplyDeleteI like Jack's story!
www.toindigo.blogspot.com
Thank you for sharing some fantastic writing!
ReplyDeleteCool, that's inspiring!!
ReplyDeletelooooovely crescendo and deflation at the end, emily! i like that kinda thing.
ReplyDeleteand @les above... never expected i'd be finding hoity-toity here somewhere, in comments. very british, stiff upper,etc... lovely word, really... ha ha ha...
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i thought i loved trains. reading this i'm not so sure anymore. lol.
ReplyDeletethank you for your delightful comments over at my place. your presence is much appreciated :)
have a wonderful weekend.