Writing My Life

Now and Then

… 50-word fiction: Las Vegas 2015…

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Sixty-plus huddled in the boxcar; children, too tired and hungry to ask, “Are we there yet?”

Their parents prayed.

The train finally slowed to a crawl, and the families jumped off. All lumbered east towards abandoned houses silhouetted against the rising desert sun.

Shelter and ancient artesian wells fueled their hopes.

Las Vegas means "The Meadow"

Author: rbs

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