I listened as Old Uncle Gerald reminisced about his railway days, hauling coal: “The wagons stay coupled up, unless they need repair. Back then, the coupling tension was adjusted regularly, so they didn’t travel too close or too far apart, and there were buffers between them, spring loaded for a bit of give.
“Separating those wagons was darned hard work; you had to clamber in there and unhook them by hand. Nowadays the uncoupling’s automatic.”
I fingered the document in my pocket – my divorce decree. I pondered why Gerald was remembering the old coupling methods today, of all days.
Another 100 word story for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, flash fiction inspired by a weekly photo prompt. This week I called on my own old railway man for a bit of technical information.