Hump Day Kick Start – Train Hopping Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

The destinations are endless.

Who are our prompts today? Vagabonds? Wayward teens? Adventurers? Where are they going? Wherever the tracks lead them? Maybe they are down on their luck and headed to another town in search of opportunity. Or maybe they are running from something—an ex, zombies, the flu. Are they exhausted and being hunted? Who is after them? The good guys or the bad? Why? Had they gotten themselves wrapped up in a scandal or murder? Could they just be protesting the high cost of a train ticket?

What’s your take? Tell me a tale or caption the pic. I’d love to hear from you.

5 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Train Hopping Edition

  1. “Oh…oh, God. For a while there I thought we were goners for sure.”
    “That would be one hell of a way to go out. I’m surprised we didn’t fall off just from the vibration.”
    “I’m surprised that we landed in just the right spot. Hey, you still got that gun on you?”
    “Yeah, I got it. I thought about tossing it, but thought it might be better to keep it. Just in case.”
    “Do you know anywhere this train is headed? I mean, did you see any signs?”
    “No, I was too busy jumping.”
    “I guess we’ll see when it stops. Let’s hope it isn’t a cross country destination.”
    “What the hell is that conductor doing up here?”
    “Walking toward us like nothing is moving at all!”
    “Tickets please, tickets…”
    “We don’t have any tickets! We’re on the top of a damned moving train buddy!”
    “Everyone’s got to have a ticket no matter what class they’re traveling in, tickets!”
    “I don’t have a damned tic– what the hell is this?”
    “Ticket Mister. Now can I please have it? Everyone on this train has to have a ticket. Now you sir.”
    “I do not have one.”
    “What’s that in your pocket sir?”
    “It’s noth–it’s a ticket! Oh, here damn you, take it!”
    “Thank you sir. Tickets please. All on board have to have a ticket…tickets…”
    “What kind of a train is this anyway? You have to have a ticket if you’re on the top of the train?”
    “I’ll find out right now. Hey, you! Conductor!”
    “Tick–what is it you need sir?”
    “This train…does it have a name? Where are we and where are we going?”
    “This here’s the Hell-bound Train. Only goes one way. That’s why everyone on board has to have a ticket. Tickets! All aboard needs a ticket…tickets…”
    “That guy’s drunk. He thinks he’s taking us to hell.”
    “Yeah, idiot. Lookout, there’s a tunnel coming up. It’s short but I can’t see the exit…”

    Tell me you didn’t see this coming…

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Well, no. I didn’t see it coming until the train’s name. I thought they were going to Hogwarts. Haha! Nice job, Patti!

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    “Thank goodness we’re finally on our way,” said Ethel, still out of breath from their mad dash and perilous leap. Can’t wait til we get home. How long before we reach Saginaw?”
    “Sagniaw?” Ralph was still panting from the exertion. “That’s way up north.”
    “Right. Just a bit below where the thumb meets the finger section of the Michigan Mitten.”
    “Oh crud,” groaned Ralph.
    “What’s wrong now? We made the train.”
    “This is a south bound train, Ethel.”
    “You idiot. Why’d you jump us on to a south bound train?”
    “I thought you said you wanted to go to Panama… as in Panama City. You know, that whole spring break thing.”

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    Careful, Jeff. Your screwball comedy is showing. Haha! ❤

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    oops

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