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Friday Fictioneers – Stationary

13 January, 2017

Its that depressing time of year when Christmas and New Year holidays are a vague memory, January’s payday is barely a dot on the horizon, and fun stuff like beer and biscuits are off limits because of the Resolution to be healthy is still just about on the go.

And it’s suddenly got cold and wet out.

Oh, and it’s Friday the 13th.

But do we let it get us down? No siree Bobby Dazzle we don’t. Because Rochelle keeps our spirits up with her weekly prompt email. This week’s


comes from FF regular CE Ayr. If you want to (ahem) track down everyone else’s stories, you will find them at Frogtopia Central.



And here is mine…


With nothing to fill his days, Sean doesn’t set a morning alarm. Not that he would need one; the first train leaves the station just before six, its horn blaring, its wheels clattering. He lays awake for an hour then makes cheap, black, unsweetened coffee which he drinks at his kitchen window.

Trains pass by, filled with passengers heading for diverse destinations, infinite possibilities, but with no job, no prospects, no purpose, Sean knows they will leave him behind.

He pours another coffee, looks beyond the station to the freight yard where containers wait in sidings, lie forgotten and rusting.





  1. That’s bleak!

  2. Dear TRG,

    Very atmospheric and evocative. Well done as always.



  3. Great stuff, expertly drawn parallel

  4. Poor rusty Sean. A suitable story for the January blues. Bring on spring time!

  5. Dale permalink

    Well done, sir… So… beer and biscuits start again in February, then? 😉

  6. I am a sucker for a bit of bleak. Loved the association.

  7. I liked this, especially the allusion to Sean, metarphorically rusting in a siding

  8. Love the containers… feel the connection to Sean there.

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