Pine and Train Tracks

Writing short stories has been something I enjoy for quite some time now. I thought I would share some of my works with anyone who may be interested. Enjoy this sample! With the aroma of pine fleeting through our clothes and the sun kissing our skin, the train tracks between us flowed by ever slowly; their decay resonating beneath our feet as we balanced hand in hand along their spines. Wildflowers admired our youthful smiles and the coral rose which now held our cheeks as we played hide and seek in each others laughter.