THE 8.37 TO BRIDLINGTON
The instructions had been clear – ‘Load your cases onto a trolley. Then, with the castle on the hill to your left. Head straight for the brick wall with the sign saying PLATFORM 7’.
We looked at one another, counted three, and charged. It worked! We’d passed straight through.
As we dusted ourselves down and looked around us our excitement turned to dismay.
The train waiting on the platform was not the Hogwarts Express, ready to take us off to our new school and untold adventures, but the 8.37 commuter train to Bridlington stopping at Collingham, Hutton Cranswick, Driffield and Nafferton.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook