The signalman wrenched the last heavy lever into place and watched the long freight train slide passed him.
He sat back at his old, beaten up desk, checked off the last piece of paperwork and filed it away.
That was it. No fanfare, no applause, no big farewell. Tomorrow morning the computers would take over, doing it all automatically.
He would start his new job as a supervisor, a new desk and chair in a modern new building in the centre of town, only a short walk from his house. The signalman smiled. He couldn’t wait to get started.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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