On the ship between the trains, I thought about how we must be sailing right through Awdry’s imagined island; that, if it existed, we would rather be crossing it within a carriage that had a life of its own, pulled by an accident prone talking locomotive.
Lost in dreams, I saw the southwest corner before me, my namesake, James, puffing along the mainline, whistling a greeting to us. But, alas, it was not real, just a flight of fancy remembered from my formative years.
At Douglas I disembarked heavy of heart. I was not looking forward to the return trip.
Lost in dreams, I saw the southwest corner before me, my namesake, James, puffing along the mainline, whistling a greeting to us. But, alas, it was not real, just a flight of fancy remembered from my formative years.
At Douglas I disembarked heavy of heart. I was not looking forward to the return trip.
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from the following picture prompt:
