Montezuma’s Revenge #It’sSix-Sentence-StoryThursdayLinkUp

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The approaching train’s ding ding ding awakened me from a fitful sleep, as I lay with my father on cement next to the railroad tracks. In June of 1973, I was twelve years old, and we were in Mexico, where we’d spent the past few days.

After studying Spanish at home in Tucson, Arizona, for a few months, Dad and I decided to travel south of the border, so we could practice what we learned. After taking a bus to Nogales, then a train to Hermosio, we spent a night in a dumpy hotel with no air conditioning. The next day, we took another bus to Gwymas, where we spent a couple of days in a nicer motel overlooking the sea, but the ocean, with its salty taste and sharp rocks along the shore, didn’t impress me, and we ran out of money, and I was sick all night while waiting for the train from Gwymas.

Now, we hauled ourselves to our feet, as it approached, then stopped, and as I stumbled on board, I was thankful to finally be going home.

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Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above true story with her six-sentence-story prompt for this week. You can click here to participate and read what others have to say.

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New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

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When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Author: abbiejohnsontaylor

I'm the author of two novels,, two poetry collections, and a memoir with another novel on the way. My work has appeared in various journals and anthologies. I'm visually impaired and live in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, I cared for my totally blind late husband who was paralyzed by two strokes. Please visit my website at http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com.

14 thoughts on “Montezuma’s Revenge #It’sSix-Sentence-StoryThursdayLinkUp”

    1. Well, I was definitely no stranger to illness that summer. Later, after we moved here to Sheridan, Wyoming, I went to a camp for a week, where I must have picked up some sort of flu bug and was sent home early. Then, in August, before school started, I needed to get a flu shot and was laid up for a day as a result of that. So, I’m just as familiar with that revenge, and it doesn’t always come from Montezuma.

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  1. No, that is not a train trip, any kind of trip for that matter, you’d forget! I admire the motivations for taking the trip. Such a shame it was not what you and your dad were expecting. Bad enough to experience the “revenge” at home, let alone somewhere else 😉
    Have you ridden a train since?

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    1. Yes, in 2005, my late husband and I took a train from Santa Barbara, California, to Huntington, Beach. The train trips Dad and I took to and from Mexico weren’t bad, but traveling from Nogales to Hermosio, we seemed to be moving way too slowly, and I was anxious to get to our destination. Coming back, I slept through most of the trip from Gwymas to Nogales. So, riding the train wasn’t the worst part of the trip.

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