Fiction

Rose’s Diary

A random word drabble: Railroad

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Ten years I’ve waited. Wyatt hardly remembers his Pa. He’s thirteen.

A vagrant passed today, doffed his hat and begged my pardon. Asked if my name’s Rose.

I told him he was too right, and what could I do for him. Wyatt came out and glared. “Is that Pa?” he said. I shook my head, and he kept on…