8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #3
From chapter 2, Sinéad’s thread takes a different route than Blood and Michael’s thread and for a while they will run parallel to each other.
Sinèad is dealing with having to build a new life for herself after a traumatic event.
Bridgeport blurred beyond her tears.
I’m not going back.
The platform started to vibrate, then to shake. A growl came from afar, a whistle then a roar. It entered her bones and shook her hard, as if trying to shake something off her. When she turned, she saw the train approaching and in the dim light of the platform, she could read the destination over the driver’s window.
It was heading north.
I’m taking it.
Did you enjoy my snippet?
If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.
If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.
- If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’. Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
- If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
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