Post by endymien on Apr 1, 2009 17:12:11 GMT -5
"A rumbling is heard as the sounds of chugging and gears grinding erupts in the distance. A train is pulling into town with some visitors no doubt."
The visitor happening off the train was not a first time sight seer or rail worker. Though it had only been a few months, it felt like ages to the young Brenton banker. Suitcases were as full as when he left, cloths on his back just the same as well. Quite simply the only difference was the look of failure on his face, and a few life lines making him resemble his father, the gangly priest, a little better. A sick feeling was taking over the pit of his stomach as the familiar town reminded him of the bussiness left undone and the things left unsaid. His first job was to visit the bank and his father to make sure everything was in proper order as he had left it, and then to make the rounds. As his polished shoes kicked up dust he couldn't help wondering if he still had a fiance and whether the bank files were still as organised.
The visitor happening off the train was not a first time sight seer or rail worker. Though it had only been a few months, it felt like ages to the young Brenton banker. Suitcases were as full as when he left, cloths on his back just the same as well. Quite simply the only difference was the look of failure on his face, and a few life lines making him resemble his father, the gangly priest, a little better. A sick feeling was taking over the pit of his stomach as the familiar town reminded him of the bussiness left undone and the things left unsaid. His first job was to visit the bank and his father to make sure everything was in proper order as he had left it, and then to make the rounds. As his polished shoes kicked up dust he couldn't help wondering if he still had a fiance and whether the bank files were still as organised.