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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FINALLY a good recommendation from substack reads digest! Great story, Mark!
So much said in so few words! Brilliantly written.