Playground Idle

There once was a time when they all stopped, wanting to get closer to her magnificence, her beauty, her power. Today, she barely garners a second glance, charm less dazzling, yet with a more subtle type of lovely only to be noticed by those willing to take the time, to slow down, to really look.

As an aged steam engine, she can no longer makes those whistle stops.


2 thoughts on “Playground Idle”

    1. I grew up near a playground that had an old steam engine as a piece of equipment for us kids to play on. Was thinking about that ‘old gal,’ and thus — this story. Thank you, Robbie!


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