Qingshan stood in ankle-deep waters of the rice paddies. The train approached.
What must it be like to go somewhere?
Xiaojian squatted in the packed cargo car. He leaned out an open door for some air.
What must it be like to ride in a seat?
Zhuli sat in a second-class seat with a cool breeze in her face. Her back felt tight from sitting so long.
What must it be like to travel first-class?
Laiyuen lay disgruntled on her bed. Her first-class cabin was stuffy and the wheels too loud.
What must it be like to fly to Shanghai?
“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, to write a story using only 100 words in response to a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by Dawn M. Miller. For nearly a year now, I have enjoyed starting off my weekend by writing a story. If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.