Shanbreen: Blog Hop

Do you have a favorite fall memory linked to a train? What do you imagine you would see if you were riding a train in the fall? Join the authors of Wild CHild publishing and Freyas Bower as we Take an Autumn Train Ride through our blogs.

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The little girl stared at me, wide-eyed, curious. I smiled at her but she turned her face away.
The train played the never-ending klink-klonk sound as it sped past the autumn landscape. Klink-klonk is what I played in my mind and klink-klonk is what I heard as it crossed one segment of the railway tracks to another.
I was glad when the girl stopped staring. She tugged at her mother’s sleeve. “That man is not from here, is he?” she said.
The mother hushed her. She whispered something to her, then looked up at me and smiled. “Children…” she said.
I acknowledged her effort at covering her embarrassment with a nod. “I have two of my own. I know how it is.” I assured her.
Klink-klonk.
“Where are you from?” She inquired.
“You mean where I originally came from?”
“Yes,” she said. “Are you from India?”
“Uh, uh.”
“Imagine that. I’m reading this book called, Moments in Life. They are short stories and very interesting.” she said, pointing at her Kindle.
“It does cover a lot of genres. Which of the stories did you like the most?”
“Well, I’m not one for the horror stories but I loved some of the others that touch upon cultural aspects.” She turned pages in her Kindle then held it up for me. It had the cover of the book on it.
“It’s a great book. It’s got mystery, stories about relationships, about cultural differences, and current affairs. Like I said, other than the horror stories, I loved it.”
“Did you read the horror stories?”
“No. I’m sure they are good but that not for me.” She smiled.
Klink-klonk.
After a moment of silence, “You said the book covered a lot of genres. Have you read it?” she asked.
“I wrote the book,” I said.
“What? Get out of here. Are you kidding me? You are Shanbreen?”
“Shanbreen is my pen-name.”
“I can’t believe this. Why Shanbreen?”
“That was my daughter’s name?”
“Was?”
“Yes, she died. Got struck by lightning.” I chocked.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
Klink-klonk.
“That’s okay. It was some time ago.”
The little girl stood leaned into her mother. “Mom, how long do we have to be in this train? I’m bored.”
“We should be there any time now.” Mom replied.
I smiled at them.
Klink-klonk.
The train slowed then screeched to a stop.
“It was good to meet you,” she said extending her hand.
“It was good to meet you too,” I replied.

Dr. Husein Taherbhai

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