In the Freight Yard

Posted: January 11, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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Line after line of freight cars filled the space under the bridge, a maze of towering boxes, waiting to move. She drifted through them, light on her feet, trying not to make a sound. Each time she passed between cars, she knew she might see her pursuer’s bloodshot eyes staring at her across the tracks.

There was a loud groan and the crane swept down upon her like an eagle. She barely had enough time to recognize what it was before it hit her like a brick, knocking her unconscious, and scooping her up in its metal talons.

Word Count: 98

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and C.E. Ayr for providing the prompt photo!

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Ouch, dangerous places those train yards. Wonder why she needed to be killed? Good story.

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  2. I am not sure if it is the accompanying picture or just the writing itself, but I keep picture a dystopian society with this. Creepy..

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  3. Liz Young says:

    Ouch – that his me like it did her.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    Grizzly end, I wonder did she survive

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  5. gahlearner says:

    Great suspense that wants me to know more about the poor woman and why she was pursued.

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  6. Dale says:

    Yes, do leave us hanging… sign of a good story!

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