Micro Monday - March 2, 2026
The Train
Happy Monday! Here’s a cheery one to start the week.
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The Train
Edgar had just crossed into Wyoming when he heard it: a sharp cry, followed by two rapid thumps as the locomotive’s pilot collided with something and feathered it away from the tracks. The jolt followed the couplers into the first boxcar, which registered a faint echo of the impact before the sound disappeared completely beneath the steady hum of the engine.
There were pronghorn goats in Wyoming, Edgar reminded himself. They could make a sound like that. Sheep, too, now that he thought of it. Moose, even.
Ahead of him, the headlights cut a narrow swath of light through the night-shrouded prairie. Dark mountains buckled the horizon. It would be hours before Laramie glowed like a fistful of scattered coals in the plains below.
Plenty of time to decide what that noise was. Plenty of time to convince himself it couldn’t have been anything else.