
Before they ripped the metal from the road Bert’s father was a conductor on the tramway. Sometimes, Bert rode the rails with him. His dad’s hat swallowing his head he would collect money from smiling passengers in exchange for tickets spat out from the machine around his father’s neck. It broke the old man’s heart when they steamrollered the thick black tarmacadam over the best part of his working life. Now, more than seventy years later trams are returning. Watching them lay the track along the sea front, Bert hopes he’ll live long enough to ride it one last time.
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A 100 word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “conductor”
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