A short story with a flash back

SHORT STORY “Come on Gramps, you old steam train!” Yelled a voice. “Calm down you ‘rat-bag,’ I’m old you know” replied another from within the brush. A head popped out, slightly wind-beaten and worn, “where ya to?” he asked. There was a small rustling to the right of him, “Not tellin’!” the voice yelled again. “I got better hearin’ than you may think, me laddy. I know where yer too Danny!” said the old …

…to you”. “It’s okay, these things happen.” His wife replied smiling at him “Who were the young boys who helped, local boys?” “I suppose. They said they knew you. Kept calling you ‘Bobby’. Actually, it was quite weird come to think of it now. They were also dressed in, weird, old fashioned clothes from like when we were kids. I…I can’t seem to remember their names!” THE END Bibliography 17, just started college.