The sun glistened off shinny rails.
Down the long straightaway the tracks
vanished around a bend. At the other
end of the straightaway was a dark
foreboding, tunnel.
From the tunnel an engine came
thundering down the tracks. It’s shrill
whistle sounded an alarm. From around
the bend came another thundering engine,
it’s whistle screaming.
Wincing, I watched the two engines
smashed together. The roar of the
collision hung in the air. Rail cars behind
each engine careened off the tracks.
Debris was scattered everywhere.
Standing in awe, I shook my head in
utter disbelief. Standing impotently, I
was unable to rush to the aid.
My young son shrieked with delight.
He pumped his arms as he surveyed
the wreckage. I realized it was a
serious mistake to buy that second
model engine for him.
