Thursday, March 30, 2017

Hopper Inspired Writing


I walk along the dirty rustic tracks by my small brown house in the outskirts of town when I stop to see that a railroad car has gone off the track. It is red, and has a ladder running up the side of it where it is open at the top. The car looks as if it is about to tip over, but it stands still, leaning off the tracks. The railroad car is abandoned, yet it doesn’t seem like it has been stuck there for long. I walk around the railcar and see red rustic dirt falling out of the top of it. The wind whistles loudly in the air around me and my hair flies around me, blowing around my head frantically. No one is around, and I see a shining glimmer of light coming from the tracks. I walk over steadily and see a piece of copper metal smashed against the tracks in an oval shape. Curiosity fills me and I pick it up and see a smoothed penny with the date barely showing. Someone has left it here on purpose. It shows 1930, a penny aged a century. It is not discolored, yet it shows the years of its existence.

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