See that silver, sleek, streak whizzing by – that’s ME – an offspring of the Little Engine that Could. We snicker at the “Greatest Generation” trains down at Central Station.
That Little Engine huffed and puffed to pull two cars and a caboose on flat lands.
Look at us now! The Z-Gen-ers, pulling forty-five cars! Our clientele sit in comfort, sip, dip, and even tip.
But the Old Engines say we wouldn’t even be, if not for them. They say stay on track, straight and narrow.
Why? ,,,,,,,,,,,, I think I’ll try a Wheelie………..
NEWSFLASH: Ninety killed by The Big Engine That Couldn’t!
Image: Thanks to PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller
Challenge 100-word story, by Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/