She’d been on a retreat in the middle of nowhere: no television, radio, internet or signal on her phone. She rose and retired with the sun, wrote until lunchtime, and walked in the afternoons. She’d watched a lark rise in the March sky and a falcon dive into gorse. She talked to trees and picked primroses to brighten up the dark cottage. She was loath to leave, but she’d rented for just a week and her train ticket was non-refundable.
She dragged her heavy suitcase across the station forecourt, leaving tracks like the wake of a boat. There were no vehicles in the car park. The station doors were open, but no one left and no one came on the bare platform. Lifted by the draught of an invisible train, the front page of a tabloid newspaper flew at her, its headline screaming ‘LOCKDOWN!’
Kim M. Russell, 13th April 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Edward Thomas
This month, Sarah has given us a line from Edward Thomas’s ‘Adlestrop’, which she says seems appropriate for these lockdown days, but also gives us ‘a bit of room to breathe, stretch out and spread our story-telling wings’.
So, today we are writing flash fiction in 144 words or fewer, including the quotation, ‘No one left and no one came on the bare platform’, although we may play around with the punctuation if we like.