Photo by Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com
Henry took one last look at the engine before he left town, forever.
Not in a blaze of glory, but in ignominy.
The engine would have changed his life, if only…
…his cigarette hadn’t burned down his moustaches, just a night before he was supposed to pull the engine with them.
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Written as a part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #127.
jagahdilmein 
It seems he will never learn…interesting tale!
Thank you so much Kat.
My pleasure!😊
Fame is so fickle!
Indeed.
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