As Far as She could Go


When she was a little girl, Claire hopped on a train and rode far as she could, watching the countryside roll past the carriage windows. The castle ruins loomed as the train rounded the hill, wheels click-clacking on glinting tracks.

Claire’s mother remembered before the ruins, when it was just a hill. Claire loved sitting in the ruins, running her hands through the grass, feeling glue and newspaper beneath.

The train passed through a tunnel of shadows and corkboard, then whistled into sunlight. Claire sighed. The station was coming up again.

She’d gone far as she could. A full loop.

Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Sandra Cook for providing the wonderful photo!


22 thoughts on “As Far as She could Go

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  1. There is a soft sweet nostalgia in the story, especially where Claire remembers her memories in the ruins. I also loved the last line, and it’s really true, it’s hard to leave childhood home even if you’re going to the best of places.
    Greatly done…! πŸ‘

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  2. So many lovely phrases in this story. I particularly like the ‘tunnel of shadows and cork board’. Claire’s wistfulness comes through poignantly, as does the enigmatic mingling of change and repetition as the memories of the two generations are woven together. Fantastic story.

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