Trifextra XVII – Love’s Last Call

For this weekend’s Trifecta, we return to a photo prompt. Your task is to use the photo below as inspiration for a story or poem of between 33 and 333 words.

We wish you well.

“I promise, I’ll write every day, Roddyberry.” Julia whispered in Rodney’s chest as the bustling, whistling and bumping motions of the train platform throbbed around them.

“While you’re writing, know that I will be thinking of you at that very moment, Juliebean,” he replied just as endearingly.

“Well maybe not at that very moment,” Julia considered, “since you’ll be in the middle of that Kardashianstan village, and there’s a nine hour difference. So, think about me around 6-9am your time, just to be sure.”

“Umm right, got it.” Rodney was a bit confused, but love was wonderfully confusing.

“ALL ABOARD!” the conductor yelled, eyeing the two lovers.

“Oh darling one more embrace!” Julia cried. They hugged for what was hours to them but really just 15 more seconds. Rodney broke off the hug and walked to the train, bags in hand, not looking back.

Ca-shunk!The train doors closed in his face. The sour look on the conductor’s face on the other side of the glass cracked into a sharkish smile. He’d had enough of these bratty idealistic kids heading out to change the world with their scraggy beards smooching it up like this was a bordello. And him wondering all the time if that little harlot of his would spend the days mooning for him and not do the vertical sock hop with the first duck- tailed punk that rumbled up in his motorcycle. The world is full of everyday lessons. This was the least of the harsh ones.

Rodney turned back to look at Julia, crestfallen.

“Oh darling I’m sorry!” she cried. Rodney sighed heavily. “Well, I think we have an hour until the next train.”

So they walked together, that awkward anticlimactic silence that shouldn’t have originally been, now forced upon them. Heading back upstairs, they made out halfheartedly, but Rodney managed to cop a last feel before the next “ALL ABOARD!” announcement. He grabbed his bags and headed to the escalator, his pace brisk despite the luggage.


Filed under Creative Writing, Humor, Trifextra Writing Challenge, Writing, Writing Challenges

24 responses to “Trifextra XVII – Love’s Last Call

  1. Ha! I hate when that happens! 😀 So well done Brain Tomahawk – well written and funny at the same time!

  2. The world is full of everyday lessons. I love the little wisdoms your pieces impart.

  3. Aw, the bitterness of one who’s felt life’s disappointments.
    Great play of words on a slice of reality.

  4. That conductor was a real joy. I’ve met people like him – they are such an energy drain on those around them.

    I chuckled when he copped a last feel. I guess Rodney knew how to make the most of his time.

  5. Oh young love, young lust. That conductor was a jerk. Clearly they last forever. He’s carrying their future child’s carseat with him, after all.

  6. Jennifer Worrell

    I like the awkwardness of the situation, too…great way to capture/cop a feel(ing):)

  7. This reminds me of my own experience, years ago, in the airport while my then fiance and I were waiting for my plane out. 🙂

    This piece is both humorous and true.

  8. I sat down to read this weekend’s entries at the end of a long day at work. Your piece immediately improved my mood immeasureably. It’s funny, it’s well written and it’s clever. All the ingredients of a top-notch Trifecta post. Thanks for linking up with us this weekend.

  9. Just checked the prompt for this week’s Trifecta and saw that your story won! Woohoo! It was a great story! Hey Congratulations!! Well done 😀

  10. That made me laugh. Congratulations on the win!

  11. aw…I was expecting a Zombie Bunny to emerge from one of the suitcases..oh well…

  12. Great story and nicely crafted!

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