Tuesday Tales – Challenge 7

Lost Rails
Our journey began with a handcar, a sense of adventure and a ton of determination.
Brenda stepped off the jigger and switched the rail. I heaved the pump alone and got it moving onto the overgrown track. She switched the rails back and returned to the platform opposite me.
“I don’t think there’s been a train on here for years.” I said.
The rail line cut into a thick deciduous forest which had been sheered and sculptured to create a living tunnel. Tired arms and aching legs were forgotten as we were lost in the wonderment of this forgotten world.

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