The Engine That Wouldn’t – Sunday Photo Fiction

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about a misbehaving train engine, begins after the photo.

Genre: Speculative Fiction/Humor

Photo by: Alistair Forbes

The Engine That Wouldn’t

I had a long drive through Oklahoma. I hadn’t slept well in the motel, and the drive back was slowly killing me. As I approached the tiny town of Pettigut (Pop. 347), my eyelids began to droop, but I still caught a sign that read:

See the wurld famous railroad museum!
14 locomotives!
Child friendly!
Hablo Spanish!

I needed a break, so I pulled off the highway and found the rail museum easily.

The engines weren’t in great condition. I imagine the museum’s maintenance budget barely existed. Luckily, they weren’t rusting away, and with child-like glee I photographed every one of those wonderful classics. After about an hour, I stopped into the museum office. A sign on the door read:

Closed second Sunday of the month.
Open all t’other ones.

Inside the ramshackle building, a large-scale model train trundled and ‘wooed’ along the wall. Model train sets and prints of old steam engines were for sale on dusty shelves. The clerk behind the desk had unruly white hair poking out from under a railroad man’s cap. His white beard brushed against an issue of Model Railroader that he read intently. He waved casually without looking up. “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon,” I said, and amused myself with examining the many pictures of trains on the wall. I came across one with nothing in it but tracks. I pointed to the old sepia picture and said, “What’s this?”

Without looking up the clerk said, “That’s ol’ No. 66. The engine that wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?”

The clerk leaned back with his hands behind his head and said, “Ol’ No. 66 wouldn’t go out gracefully like t’other engines. We’d call the scrapper to come git ‘im, and when they come, 66 was gone. We found ‘im, put ‘im back and called the scrapper. Scrapper come, no No. 66 there. It happened again and again. Finally, J.T. Pettigut took a picture and promised No. 66 it’d ride the rails forever in the picture. After that, the scrapper finally got hold of ‘im and took ‘im away. And that’s the picture he took.”

I grinned. “Cool story, but there’s no train in this picture.”


“There’s no train…”

The old man could move fast, I realized, when he suddenly stood beside me. “Goll dangit!” he cursed. “I tol’ ‘im, it’s only the second Sunday!” He snatched up an old lantern and charged out the door. His shouts and curses faded like the whistle of a train, then came back louder, as he passed the window going the other direction.

I figured someone put up the wrong picture, and preferred to remain in the museum office while sorted it out. Outside, I could still hear the clerk shouting.

“You know you cain’t be out here. Git back in there!”

*Woooo!* (Train whistle)

“Don’t gimme no guff. It’s the second Sunday. That’s t’agreement!”


“Watch’er language, boy. Go’on now. Git!”


The clerk returned and calmly replaced the lantern. “Sorry ’bout that.”

“No problem. Did you find the right picture?”

“No. Right one’s there.”

“But there’s no train in it.”

“Sure there is. See fer yourself.”

I returned to the picture. It was no longer empty, and No. 66 stood proudly on the tracks, as if it had always been there.
Every Sunday, Alistair Forbes sacrifices one of his own pictures for use as a writing prompt. Look here for many more stories written about the picture above:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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17 Responses to The Engine That Wouldn’t – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Lyn says:

    LOL absolutely brilliant! Three cheers for ol’ No. 66. You have to love an engine that wouldn’t, but not only could, but did 😀

    Liked by 1 person

    • EagleAye says:

      Hip, hip, hooray! No. 66 is pretty cool, eh? It wouldn’t go easily because it “could” hang on indefinitely. It’s one of my favorite characters so far. Thanks so much, Lyn!


  2. Indira says:

    This one is spooky and mind boggling. Very interesting.


  3. Excellent story! The ‘haunted’ locomotive! I have to ask… is ‘Pettigut’ a reference to ‘Petticoat Junction’?


    • EagleAye says:

      Ha! I knew you’d make the connection. Yes it is, and you get a gold star for being the first to mention it.

      On your blog you were mentioning kids books that stick with you. When thinking of this story I was reminded of a book I read as a kid of train ghost stories, apparently a genre all by itself. I couldn’t resist writing in the vein when I saw the opportunity.

      Thanks so much for the visit! 🙂


  4. “I think I can, I think I can. . . I knew I could, I knew I could” Nice to meet ’66. Love his spunk! Hope to meet him again!


  5. Al says:

    That’s excellent. I love that story


  6. Ghost train! Lovely story. Petigut!!!?

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Ally says:

    Brilliant! This is right up my street

    Ally 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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