The Girl with Flyaway Hair

Another 100 word story…

The sound of a train brought me back to a moment. West of the Rockies where they say the streets are paved with gold. It wasn’t gold I found there in that rare moment as a train pulled into the station. No. What I saw there was the girl with flyaway hair. A contrary smile that said she knew me before we had ever met. I was befuddled by the enigma she seemed to be, trying to figure out my approach.

It was only a moment. And then she was gone, boarding the train with nothing more than a wave.

About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.

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