A Salty Situation

Saturday morning my son asked me to make up a story for him. He is fascinated with the idea of imagination so I suggested that we write one together. He loved the idea and asked if we could write one about a train. Of course, as a five year old he had to be in the story. Here’s what we came up with. Hope you enjoy it.

Simon, a freight engine who proudly wore the #23 on his side was racing to Waterloo station to pick up his friend, Nathaniel. They were headed to the oceanside for the day. Nathaniel loved the beach. It would be Simon’s first time. He had never ridden the seaside route before.

Simon was not sure he’d like the sea air. The other engines teased him before leaving. They said the ocean would rust his wheels. He would end up wrecked like the steel ships sunken in the harbour.

“What if the salty air causes me to break down?” Simon asked.

“That’s nonsense!” Nathaniel replied, “I’ve been to the beach many times and my feet still work.”

Nathaniel jumped on board and the pair head off on their adventure. As the seaside drew near Simon could feel the warm moist air on his windows. Nathaniel, hanging out the cabin door points at all the birds in the sky. Simon could see the other kids playing with beachballs and kites. They were splashing in the water and building sandcastles. A boy and girl had buried their Dad in the white sand.

Just as the engine pulled along side the beach at the closest point to the waters Simon heard the whistles of the lifeguards.

The engineer shouted, “Back up!” but before Simon could react a big wave splashed up over the little engine. Smoke billows from his stack and he could feel his wheels slipping on the wet track as he tried to back away. It was no use; he had lost power and couldn’t move.

“The engines back in town were right.” he cried, “The salty water would ruin him.”

Nate said, “Don’t worry Simon, the train sheds will have you up and running in no time.” But all Simon could think was maybe they were right.

Soon the other engines were on the scene. They were snickering at Simon and whispering behind his back. “We warned you Simon. You’re a wreck. They are going to put you out in the harbour with the others.” They all laughed harder.

When the repair crew arrived from the sheds Nathaniel pleaded. “Please fix my friend.”

“I don’t want to be sunk at sea.” Simon added.

The mechanic laughed. “Nobody is going to be sunken at sea Simon. We will dry out your firebox and have you cleaned up in no time.”

“Then you can come back to the beach with me!” Nathaniel said excitedly. Simon didn’t think he ever wanted to go back to the ocean again.

Simon was lifted onto a flatbed car. One of the other engines towed him back to the sheds where the mechanic and his team worked all night to complete the repairs. When Simon awoke the next morning something felt different in his belly. This can’t be good. Maybe they couldn’t fix me, he thought.

When Simon’s engineer arrive he spoke to the mechanic and then headed Simon’s way, “Let’s go Simon your all fixed. We must get to Waterloo station. Nathaniel is waiting for us.”

“We aren’t going to the beach are we?” Simon scowled, “I don’t want to end up wrecked again!”

His engineer and the mechanic both laughed. “There’s no need to worry Simon. We have wave proofed you. There is a special seal newly added to your firebox. It will stop water from getting in and putting out your fire like it did yesterday.”

Simon felt special, he beamed from ear to ear as he told the other engines about his new firebox, the beautiful beach and all the children he saw playing in the sand and water before the accident. They all wished they could go to the beach too.

A few minutes later Simon was speeding towards Nathaniel and the seaside.

Images: Nathaniel with Cincinnati Southern Model, Chattanooga Station, Chattanooga, TN
Equipment: Canon EOS 60D, EF70-200mm f/2.8L IS II USM
Text: Copyright 2021 Nathaniel Glazebrook and Greg Glazebrook.
Photography: Copyright 2017/2021 Greg Glazebrook @ GMG Photography, All Rights Reserved.

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