Once this godforsaken depression is over and I find a real job, I’ll be the one sitting in that first-class compartment, wearing a fancy suit and eating steak in the dining car.
Not tonight.
And tomorrow, I’ll be hopping another freight train looking for any work I can get.
This story is based on the Fifties by the Fire prompt by
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Quenched and thirsty!
Love how you have given an assist to Justin’s 50 word play!!! Maybe somebody new will join next week because they read this?!
Nicely concise.