Written for today’s Flash! Friday challenge, prompted by this photograph, to include reference to ‘treasure’.
The Treasure Special
I stepped up into the first carriage, but many on the platform didn’t seem to realise that the train had arrived.
“Leave your baggage behind, ” the Conductor suggested with a smile, “I’ll stow it for you, no trouble. This end is full, but head through and you’ll find plenty of room further back.”
“Thank you, Sir . . . and welcome to the Treasure Special”.
The murmur of contented travellers enjoying the warmth and light, sharply contrasted with the cold dull platform. At Compartment 3, I was confused to be greeted once again by the Conductor.
“How did you . . . .?”
“Oh,” he smiled, “I’ve known my way around this train all my life – it’s the family business. We have room for you in Row 7.”
I passed more welcoming faces and then was greeted again by . . . the Conductor.
“Here you are, Sir.”
“But this seat card says, ‘Saved’.”
The Conductor’s face beamed, radiantly. “Yes, Sir, that it does.”