MEMORIES OF TRAINS
My brother showed me a penny that he had laid on the track and let a train run over. It was all smooched out wide and thin as paper. You couldn’t see a trace of Lincoln’s head or the wheat stalks on it anymore. And it was shiny as could be. Marty, being all big-brotherly says,
“Kurt, you mustn’t ever put anything on the tracks, it could cause a derailment.”
“What’s a derailment, Marty?” I ask.
“Well, I don’t know exactly, but it’s really, really bad. So don’t go doing it.”
“Okay.” I say.
Marty is six years older, and I trust implicitly everything he says. And it didn’t occur to me to ask how he managed to flatten his penny without causing a derailment.
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