tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post1916825623049042084..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: City on the RailsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-80240731235501982312013-04-08T14:02:06.865-04:002013-04-08T14:02:06.865-04:00Very nice, different take on the construction of s...Very nice, different take on the construction of such a mammoth project. And what's the sister's rush? What happens next?!Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-24409061246631909432013-04-06T18:50:06.431-04:002013-04-06T18:50:06.431-04:00Prompt: City on the Rails
The tracks were as ta...Prompt: City on the Rails<br /><br /><br />The tracks were as tall as his shoulder and as wide as a city block. That makes sense, thought Will, since the train will hold a whole city. But the project still seemed unreal to him. He leaned against a rail and lifted his hardhat to wipe sweat off his forehead.<br /><br />"Keep that on," said Jen as she strode by with a clipboard. Two suits followed her. <br /><br />Will pulled his hat back on, knowing his sister would not make a big deal in front of these representatives of their sponsor, but also knowing that he would hear of her displeasure later if he abused her reticence. He climbed the temporary stair the rail top and walked along its pavement-wide length to the frame of train.<br /><br />A wheel lay canted between the rails, lying across what looked like absurdly narrow ties, although they were in fact quite thick, just not proportional to the rails based on a scaled-up normal track. He swung up onto the lower level of the car, where girders laid out what would be basic living quarters for the train staff. The holiday-makers would have scenic side-view rooms far above the rattle of the wheels on the rail.<br /><br />"Will!"<br /><br />He turned; it was Jenn, running toward him, the paper on her clipboard flapping from the wind of her speed and the suits nowhere to be seen.Annenoreply@blogger.com