Seven Seconds

Get to jumping, pumpkin.

You hear the train.

From where you stand.

Dead center of the trestle bridge.

Gators below. Train blasts closer.

Seven Seconds.

Thanks to the webzine Runcible Spoon for the October 2019 publish of a story dedicated to those who take the shortcut less traveled.

Many thanks to the Wayback Machine for the archive of this story as well as the prose and poetry published by Runcible Spoon.

Read Seven Seconds here.

Thank you for reading.

*Sterling silver runcible spoon (Eley & Fearn, London, 1817)

Created: 19 December 2021CC BY-SA 4.0

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