Partick Station – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant always speak plainly
He often writes bizarrely obscure rhymes
If you want to understand
His story as planned
You may well have to read between the lines

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to find some parallel pieces of poetic parables in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please cast an eye over AnElephant’s offering before he goes off the rails.
Oh, Partick is a district of Glasgow with a major transport hub.

Copyright Al Forbes

Partick Station

I am a pretty easygoing kind of guy.
So when they announce that my train is cancelled I amble down to the ticket office and enquire why.
What difference does it make, is the response.
Now I really do not like rudeness, but I stay polite.
Well, I point out, if the driver has stubbed his toe there will probably be another one along in half an hour.
However, if there has been a major earthquake in the Coatbridge area, then I should probably consider an alternative mode of transport.
How should I know, he asks.
I look around, people everywhere on mobile phones, and shake my head.
This is the third such incident.
The bad manners and indifference, I mean.
It is maybe the 500th train problem.
And the last.
The last train tonight will be the last for a long time.
No one will be hurt, that is not my style.
Did I tell you I bought shares in the bus company?
With the profit I might buy a car.