Slightly tasteless entry for Friday Fictioneers this week. Sadly, I was unable to think of anything better.
Incidentally, if I can be permitted a quick plug, my short story anthology will be out on Amazon on 31st July.
For Ralph, this is as good as it gets. He’d wanted to be an engine driver, ever since he was a little boy. It never worked out that way but, now he’s retired, they let him drive the narrow-gauge train at the garden centre. The pay’s abysmal, but he doesn’t need the money with his pension. It’s enough, anyway, to see the thrill on the children’s faces as he takes them past the begonias and around the leylandii. In his third age, he’s finally living out his childhood dreams.
But, by God, it’s a shame about all the suicidal gnomes.