She doesn’t know what it’s like when those trains go by at night. The railroad tracks behind my trailer, carrying freight eastbound to St. Louis, or west to Los Angeles. Better places far away from here. She doesn’t understand how loud it gets when that train passes and that whistle blows and I can’t hardly… more
Writer: Colin Brightwell
Bringing it all Back Home
Fiction by Colin Brightwell“I’ll take the I Love You Today,” I say. I take out a crumbled five dollar bill and hand it to her.… more
