Linda arrived on my mail box this morning and daid. “The first Friday of April is here! And so am I with your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. It’s been a rough week here in the Hill household. Winston is sick with tummy issues. I have all the meds and the special diet now, so hopefully he’ll be on the mend soon. Here’s this week’s prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “express.” Use it as a noun, verb, adverb, or adjective. Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!“
All aboard the train.
Photo by Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com
What a sight, even on a dark wet night. The express pulled in to the station .The hiss as she braked was deafening. Mason scanned the passengers as they disembarked filling the place with bustle. The news papers and the mail bags were exchanged, among them The Daily Express and letters arrived and those leaving for express delivery.
Tipping his hat down an turning his collar against the rain he wandered how he was going to express himself to Maddie when he saw her. Would she accept his apology for his behaviour, he hoped so.
Picking up his suitcase he boarded the midnight express . Taking his seat he sat and thought of Maddie, a deep expression of hope on his face as he was born towards his future on the express train.
After all he told himself her throwing him out was just her way to express her feelings… wasn’t I
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