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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr
They called him Nite Train.
He was the old man on the hobo rail system. He told everyone he met a different story about how he came to be know as Nite Train. When times got tough he left town. He took the Nite Train and never looked back.
But he knew his life was just about over. Too many fights. Too many scars. Too many angry women. He was running out of places to hide from the world.
As he hopped on the last box car on the run to Chicago he knew it was his last Night Train.
Oh Danny Boy! 
At some point there is nowhere to run…
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I like how you mixed the spelling of night/nite.
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You caught it! God Night!
DJ
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He made his choices… sad they ended up being…
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Sounds like the inevitable has caught up with him, but presumably he enjoyed the ride
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Sounds like he’s had a very “interesting” life 🙂
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Indeed!
DJ
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Very interesting story, Dan. I like the tone of finality and the sad but inevitable end.
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Yup! Not going to be a good ending.
DJ
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A lovely, but kind of depressing story. I feel for the fellow.
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So do I!
DJ
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Aw, kind of sad. Good one, DJ.
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Many thanks!
DJ
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It’s time for him to retire gracefully before his ashes go up the exhaust pipe🙂
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True!
DJ
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Very cool story, Dan. Has that sense of adventure mixed with finality.
Wonderful.
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Thanks for commenting.
DJ
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