Lulu rolled her bag through the tunnel. She caught herself about to yell at the boys to hurry up but she remembered the need to hurry had passed. Now on the last leg of their journey, there was time to take in the sights.
“Look boys, see the trains below!” Her eight and ten year old began to jump up and down. “Whoa! Cool!” they sing-songed.
Lulu looked lovingly at each boy. She could see traces of their father in them. She said a silent prayer that they only had inherited his looks. She kneeled down between them and hugged them tight.
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr