"No matter what you do, don't walk along the high trestle, OK?" said the mom.

"Sure, why would we do that?" said N and S.

Of course they were going to walk along the high trestle. This was an adventure, after all. The way across was somewhat scary, with S in front, checking each board like Indiana Jones on a rope bridge, but not as dangerous, handsome or roguish. N took the rear, walking with Stella the dog, asking if he was sure a tran wasn't coming.

"Old Indian trick, I put my hand on the rails and didn't feel any vibration." S said confidentally. She seemed assured and calm with his expert analysis.

Of course, on the way back, what did they hear?

A train.

They started running. As fast as they could run on the rickety boards. N had Stella in her arms, Sam ran in front. He felt kind of bad, really, he wanted her in front, but she just wanted to get off the bridge as soon as possible. He made it off and ran back for her, to grab Stella, to do whatever. She may have said "I don't want to die." He's not sure. Probably not.

Safety was reached. Dog walked around in her dog way. And the train?

All the way on the other side of the tracks. Far way, actually. S laughed really deep and hard. And neither of them felt dumb.

Photo - N
Words - S