Contact Us      
         Join today or login
You are using an outdated version. Writing will not be shown properly in many cases. Click here to use the current version.


New Here?
Sign Up
Fast! Three Questions.

Already a member?


Flash Fiction
Deadline: Tomorrow!

Rhyming Poetry Contest
Deadline: In 6 Days

Write A Script
Deadline: Sep 25th

ABC Poetry Contest
Deadline: Sep 30th

Haiku Poetry Contest
Deadline: Oct 6th


Poet: None
Author: None
Novel: None
Votes: None

 Category:  General Fiction
  Posted: July 13, 2021      Views: 22

Print It
Save to Bookcase
View Reviews
Rate This
Make Reader Pick
Promote This

Reese Turner: Christian, Navy Veteran, Husband, Father of Daughters, Texan, Lion, Golfer, Retired Industrial Plastics Salesman and now, RV driver and writer-wanna-be mostly of adventures of Baby Boomers coming of (old) age... And, we sing karaoke at - more...

Portfolio | Become A Fan
Not yet exceptional. When the exceptional rating is reached this is highlighted
I have a PhD in dealing with life's metaphors.
"Charlie Deals With Metaphors" by Reese Turner

The last rays of the summer sun were disappearing below the horizon as Charlie boarded the train. “Man, is this a metaphor of my life? Laid off this afternoon, lost my company car – it’s there, inside the fence. I’m here, catching the train to Jersey at sundown.  This really sucks! What’s next?”

“Tickets!”, yelled the agent, “Tickets, please!” At least I never had to ride this stinking train every day, in and out. Just look at these people”, he thought, “nobody’s smiling. They look hopeless. Is this train another metaphor of where my life is going?”

As the train picked up speed, Charlie fell deeper into the abyss of despair. “I have a degree. I worked hard. I made them money, got in on time, was respectful to management and the women. I dreamed of moving up, making more, having a little house with a wife, kid, dog, even a sharp car! What’s happening to me? What’s happening to my country? What’s going to cave in next?”

First stop. Ear piercing screeching of brakes. Commuters crowd to exit. “Look at ‘em! They look like zombies. Hobbled, pained, real anger. This is no way to live!  Is this my future? Is this it?”

Train doors slam, the train rolls. “At least I’m not married.  What would I tell my wife tonight? Yet, I wish I had a wife to kiss me and tell me she loves me, that we’ll work it out. I’m alone. Unemployed and alone - as hopeless as everyone else on this stinking train.”

A newspaper headline facing Charlie reported the latest death toll. “Wait! At least I haven’t died! Even better, I know how I don’t want to live! There’ll be a sunrise tomorrow morning. Sunrises are metaphors for new beginnings. I will be up early!”


Short Story writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Write a story. Create your own title. (fiction300 words/beg/mid/end )beginning with the sentence:
The last rays of the summer sun were disappearing below the horizon as Charlie boarded the train.

Author Notes
This prompt allowed me to express my frustration and grief at what young people are facing in these times. It was hard enough for old Boomers like me, but these young folks have challenges we never imagined. My first real corporate job was in New York. I know my crowded commuter trains. I cannot imagine being unemployed there.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

Share or Bookmark
Print It Save to Bookcase View Reviews Make Reader Pick Promote This
© Copyright 2016. Reese Turner All rights reserved.
Reese Turner has granted, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

You need to login or register to write reviews.

It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.

Interested in posting your own writing online? Click here to find out more.

Write a story or poem and submit your work to receive reviews on your writing. Publish short stories on our book writing site and enter the monthly contests. Guaranteed reviews for everything you write and you will be ranked. Information.

  Contact Us

© 2016, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Statement