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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Jennifer Pendergast for the photo.
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
Valentine and Dolly were the stars of the small frontier town. Their saloon did shows for a captive audience of locals, there for the liquor.
She sang, he played his banjo, told stories. Him, all rhinestone and white leather, her fringed cowgirl.
‘This is my life’ Valentine told people, his success story, his money, the punters adored him.
Then the gold ran out, the prospectors drifted off to other towns. ‘I am a nobody’ Valentine told himself, ‘no fans, no money’.
He took to riding the freight trains, looking for? He’d forgotten what.
Sat down in this empty place. Heard a faint tune, their song . ‘Freight Train, freight train coming down the line’…