A pause. Then: “Because I was a railway kid too, once. And WB Railwire never forgets its own. Now put away the phone. Watch the sunset. The rails will tell you when you’re home.”
She smiled, tucked the phone away, and for the first time in hours, watched the sky turn orange over the fields of Bengal. wb railwire
Here’s a short story based on the prompt A pause
Her fingers trembled as she typed: “What is this?” tucked the phone away