The Trifecta Challenge is to write anything, in whichever form, that is between 33 and 333 words based upon a word and definition given. Weekends will get you a “Trifextra” prompt. This weekend it was a photo.
My personal challenge is to weave the entries into an actual story. Word count verified by Written? Kitten!
The flight had been miserable, and the train ride was coming in at a close second. Dean Wittman leaned his head against the window and watched the scenery fly past. Behind him, the kid who had been kicking the back of his seat on the plane had resumed work on his current seat while his mother rummaged through her purse and muttered to herself.
“Know it’s in here somewhere,” she said. Dean heard the papery rustling of a hundred runny noses in the bottom of her purse, along with loose change knocking into itself. “I can’t have left it on the plane.”
It was making Dean’s head hurt like he had been drinking, and it was a relief when the station platform came into view. The people standing on it went from blurs to outlines to fully-formed and featured shapes folding newspapers and picking up bags while Dean started out of his seat, knowing it would take time to get everything together.
By the time the doors slid apart he had managed to gather all his luggage and pull out the handle of his suitcase. He darted out with a speed borne of his desire to get as far away from the kid as possible before his mother realized they had arrived.
Dean moved as quickly as he could with his awkward load, half of which was held away from his body in an attempt to balance himself. The car seat was the main issue, just like it had been when he tried to bring it on the plane. He didn’t see what the big deal was, it wasn’t like he had a kid in it. His mood improved dramatically when he saw his girlfriend waiting just outside the train station.
“Sahara,” he sighed with relief. “I’m so glad to see you.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”
“Well,” Sahara said, taking the car seat from his hand, “It’s funny you should ask.”