The Thunder Overhead… Racing the Devil
Challenge #251 | Viaduct
Challenge: Use the word ‘viaduct’ in a story of exactly 125 words.
“I was just a scrawny six-year-old. I walked ta school with my brother. He was 7½… not much bigger ‘n me.
“We was filled with dread soon as we rounded the bend.
“There it was… the ole vi duck… vi-a-duct.
“Scariest thing I ever did see! The sky darkened, thunder rumbled... I swore it was gonna storm and we’d come to them end of days we learned about in Sunday School.
“Me n’ Marcus would run, screaming, like the devil hisself was chasin’ us ta the other side.
“I bet you already figured it didn’t ever fall on us, but, years later them rail cars fell into a backyard during a storm. Good thing it was the middle of the night. No kids.”
There was a rickety viaduct near my grade school. We held our breath going under it on the bus. Years later, it derailed into the nearby backyards.
Izzibella Beau’s story created quite the heated discussion among two editors this morning. All because I didn’t read the last line correctly. 🤦🏼♀️
As always, check out today’s challenge drabbles at Fiction Shorts.
