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Tony knew this place as the train graveyard. The place where they bought railway carriages to die. It seemed odd to just leave these things in the middle of nowhere rather than destroy them.
He explored it one day so he could write about it as an unusual destination. What he found came as a surprise.
He found that people, probably teenagers, had painted the carriages in various colours on the inside along with standard graffiti. He lingered in a blue one and just admired the space around. It was beautiful. It no longer appeared to be an odd thing.
Written in response to this week’s Sunday photo fiction.
AngieTrafford 
I like this. At first glance it might seem he is depressed and lonely, but you brought hope to the image.
Good job.
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There is too much loneliness and depression going on in 2020 that I thought it was about time for some hope! Thank you for reading and commenting.
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I just post my short flash fiction. Hope you like.
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I’ve always loved these kinds of places. Anything discarded intrigues me. Good little story.
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I am glad that you enjoyed it, I love deserted places as well! Thank you for reading and commenting.
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