John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad
It was early in the morning. The air was foggy, and there was a chill in the air with dew on the ground. Steve and Tiffany was walking along the rail trail that went through a small town. They were holding hands. Tiffany had her shoes and socks in her hand feeling the dirt on the soles of her bare feet smiling with each step she took. They took a walk on the trail every day, but this walk was different.
They came upon the old train station that was dilapidated from the lack of maintenance.
“They should do something with that station.” Tiffany pondered. “It can be very useful as a community center or museum.”
“The problem is that nobody visits this town. There is not much here. Ever since the factory closed, the trains no longer come here, and neither does anybody else.” Stephen looked around.
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