FFF: Choo choo

Happy Friday! It’s summer time in Boston and the living is easy! It’s time for another Flash Fiction Friday, when a gaggle of bloggers reveal what they saw in the photo posted by the fantastic and frisky Advizor54! Join in! Pop over to “Free Advice is worth what you pay for it” to see what a bunch of folks wrote! My scribblings are below:

Here’s this week’s challenge:

Key Words: Parting, Station

Word Limit: 200

Forbidden Words: Discreet, Forbidden, Tryst

Extra Credit: Name the train and the destination

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“All aboard!” The conductor shouted as the last passengers scurried along the platform with a parting wave to their loved ones.

“Amtrak’s Silver Star to Raleigh…Columbia, Savannah…Jacksonville, Orlando, Tampa aaaaannnnndd Miami FLORIDA”! he intoned. “Final call!”

I wended my way through the cars to my berth. The porter checked me in, and stowed my bags as the train rumbled out of the station with a long horn blast. “You cut it close Mr. Alcott. Drinks in the club car,” he said.

“Thank you, Sprite,” I replied. He was my favorite porter – a large, gentle man in his 40th year of service.

“I’ll order in,” I mused.

“No, sir. You go walking. See the… scenery,” he instructed.

“Oh?” I queried, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yes sir,” he smiled. “If you like legs, and a sassy attitude,” he winked. I strode off to investigate.

I’m more of a breast man, but maybe she’ll be entertaining? Never gotten laid on the train, but that could change. I got hard thinking of rocking to the gentle rhythm of the rails with a soft body beneath me.

I saw her lithe legs immediately when I entered the club car. Worth the walk indeed!