100-Word Fiction: ‘Flying Scotsman’

It’s prehistoric, Jonesy had commented when Cam walked him through the engine shed to the turntable, where the locomotive gleamed in the electric light. Aye, a mammoth job, Cam had replied. Indeed it was. The smell of paint and grease had been in Cam’s nostrils for weeks. It was a beast all right. It wasContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Flying Scotsman’”