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The tram came rattling along. It rattled as my life rattles. It’s what happens when you gravitate from one crisis to another. Today the tram was taking me to my doctor. I had been called back and I hated it when that message arrived. He would be so concerned the message would contain an appointment time.
So, off we go, rocking from side to side, thrown around as the tram, an aged tram, that like me is falling apart, rickety bits hanging on, urgent repairs needed for us both.
We part company in the High Street. I walk to the Doctor’s office, his receptionist her usual cheerful self doing nothing to settle my apprehension.
The Doctor calls me in looks down his glasses and read me another version of his riot act.
Chastised I walk back to the tram, this time it is waiting, not moving until it had loaded me, its fragile cargo and we rattle off home one last time.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/05/29/fffaw-challenge-week-of-may-30-2017/
What a rattling story. I liked the rocking sense that it conveyed, Kitty
I remember the tram from Central Station to Peter’s Corner at Randwick. Traveled on that every time I went to stay with my Aunty Edie (Edith-May) and Nana. It was the anticipation of my holiday that added to the joy.
Wow..I vaguely remember the trams….but I can understand the anticipation of riding on one…
Oh dear…I must be old 😀
Or you visited Sydney far more than I ever did…lol
Doesn’t sound like a happy last journey for him on his faithful old tram.
You are right Iain but one he deals with I am sure.
Love your comparison between the old tram and how your MC feels – clapped out, outdated. A nice analogy. Great tale Michael
Thanks Lynn, glad you could stop by.
My pleasure Michael 🙂
I love this, with its genuine, relatable metaphors. Nice writing!
Annie at ~McGuffy’s Reader~
Thanks Annie, lovely you could stop by.
Well you took me on a rather interesting ride. Great
Thank you Michael