fiction

The Race

Oh, you take the high road
And I’ll take the low road…

They both studied the map. Iain watched Josh trace a route that looked longer than long. It took him north first, then southeast along the railroad tracks — tracks that took him so far south so that he had to ride north again. Why he didn’t follow the trail that seemed direct?

But it was a race.

Iain zoomed down the trail until he got to the livestock chute with the curved fencing. He was so bent on beating Josh that he hadn’t really paid attention until his ATV got stuck in that metal curve.

“STOP. LOOK. LISTEN.” He read angrily. “NOW you tell me!”

Then, he heard it. The train. Josh was on those tracks. He was a goner.

Iain heard the train blow an urgent whistle.

Suddenly his stuck ATV meant nothing. “Please, God,” he whispered, “let Josh be safe.”

His heart pounded as he heard the speeding train approach. Its whistle grew louder and more insistent. He squeezed the cold metal rail of the livestock chute.

He didn’t want to look.

In fact, he averted his eyes as the train roared past. He rested his head on the fence, holding back the tears.

Then he heard the low buzz of an ATV engine. He looked up to see Iain riding by on the tracks, AFTER the train, laughing and waving.


My response to this week’s Unicorn Challenge: write a story based on the photograph, no more than 250 words.

23 thoughts on “The Race

      1. Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention! Very cute! My middle daughter has purple hair — but I don’t think I’m quite ready for it.

      2. Thank you, Sally. I’m allowed a little silliness. How funny to learn your daughter has purple hair. I promise, she didn’t tell me. lol

  1. Whew! Talk about heart pounding and love the ending! πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž Amazing how perspective on something can shift in a moment!

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