I was excited when I first arrived at the newly built station a decade ago. Everyone was thrilled to board me because I was new. I was the first steam engine!
Everyday, I wake up before everyone comes to work and only rest when everyone else is fast asleep.
Rain or shine, I work non-stop.
I was afraid of the loud thunder, but I persevered because Paul was always there for me. He was the first to greet me every morning, and the last to say good-bye.
Yesterday, I was decorated with balloons and banners. It was Paul’s wedding! I was proud to be the host. It was a joyous occasion. I was happy for him.
This morning, I woke up extremely early, eager to greet the newly wed. But I didn’t see Paul! Instead it was the new train engineer, James, who greeted me. James said Paul had resigned and yesterday was his last.
Paul didn’t bid me farewell. He didn’t feel the need to.
I am just a … steam engine.
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My 1st submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Challenge #29. Thank you, Priceless Joy for the prompt.