The Rail Road. Mitzi and the Secret Chemical Laboratory

[oneighty]

Another story from the book I am never going to write. I think

Mitzi and the Secret Chemical Laboratory.

Carl and I were in our secret chemical lab in the deep woods bordering the rail road tracks. We were boiling gasoline in glass beakers we made from discarded light bulbs. It was part of our secret plan to make a secret weapon of some sort.

There were still a few old steam trains running the tracks. Now and then one would come screaming by singing the Doppler sound, lonely and exciting.

Carl's mother found us. Eddie Eddie she was calling. "Mitzi was killed by a car." She tells me.

I ran screaming and drooling and crying to the highway where I find Mitzi my friend my companion my dog dead. I carry him the long, long way home and bury him under the big oak tree on the cliff's edge overlooking Lake Erie.

Mitzi often came looking for me in the woods next to the railroad. That day he did not make it.

And the trains rumble on.

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[JitterbugPerfume]

1. You can name your next book

Stories from a book I will never write !!


you really should write another book Ed