copyright Jennifer Pendergast
From the time he was young, Vladimir Prohofsky Jr. loved to ride the rails. He'd hop a train and ride in the cattle car, freight car, or empty boxcar all the way to the end of line and then hop another.
Over the many long years he rode this country from Maine to California and Canada to the Rio Grande.
One day in a box car to St. Louis, Vladimir awoke with a start. "I must be less forgetful," he thought.
That evening Vladimir checked into the Four Seasons, ordered a $5,000 bottle of wine, and was seen arm in arm with doubtless the most beautiful woman in St. Louis. Vladimir was heir to the Vladimir Prohofsky Sr. fortune, estimated at 75 million dollars.
Vladimir was not an eccentric.
He just had a very poor memory.
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I'm hoping that Vladimir Prohofsky Jr.'s poor memory may distract you from my poor word counting abilities, this piece coming in at over 120 words. At least you and I and Vladimir got to travel the country for the extra few words in this, my weekly Friday Fictioneers entry based on the picture prompt above.
If you feel like heading to the end of line yourself, click below to hop aboard the entries of the other Friday Fictioneers.
All aboard! Watch out for that poop in the cattle car.
