loco girl

She stood behind the handbrake and stared out of the cab window.

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Copyright © 2018, Michael M Wayman

She had successfully terminated the three very nasty and very evil men in Griddle­stone: a terrorist, a politician and a rich man. She had made Griddle­stone a happier place. There were helicopters circling in the air. She entered the railway station and passed a group of policemen.

One of the policeman came running up to Betty from behind with a nightstick in his hand – she knew, she moved sideways at the last moment, she grabbed the back of the policeman’s uniform, and saved him from falling onto the track.

She dragged him to a nearby bench, she picked up the nightstick that he had dropped, she broke it in two and gave it back to him. A lesson to be learned.

It was then that Betty saw it. To you and me it was a small two-axled shunter or switcher hauling two empty carriages very slowly along platform 6. To Betty it was an inky-winky-dinky little loco painted yellow and orange. She followed it at walking speed, but she stopped at the end of the platform.

The little train stopped and backed into platform 7. It stopped at a rake of carriages, the driver got out and entered one of the carriages to release the handbrake. He wore big gloves to couple the carriages together. Betty entered the cab of the loco and stood at the loco’s handbrake on the control panel.

I‘ve got to release the handbrake first and who is that pretty, little girl in my cab? Those were the two thoughts in the driver’s mind. Betty released the handbrake by turning the big, round, brass, horizontal wheel in front of her several times.

The driver engaged forwards and opened the throttle slowly. Betty peered over the control panel through the cab front window. The train moved slowly out of the main station and picked up speed.

Five minutes later the little train reached Griddle­stone North Station. Betty pressed the horn lever. DAAAARE! DOOTE! She heard nothing, but it was the right thing to do.

They moved slowly through the station and stopped at a red aspect. They waited two minutes for the path to a depot siding to be free. The little train moved very slowly across the tracks and stopped at the end of the line.

The driver stopped the motor and Betty applied the handbrake. The driver climbed out of the cab and down the rungs to the ground. Betty followed, when she was halfway down she swung out from the loco, she grabbed the driver and kissed him.


She stood in front of a large building, in big letters The Griddle­stone North Com­munity Centre, but Betty could not read. She knew that something was wrong, she went inside.

There were lots of little girls in tutus and two little boys not wearing tutus. They obviously wanted to dance, that pleased Betty, especially the boys. The problem was simple: they weren’t dancing. Where was the teacher? Betty knew what to do, Betty knew how to dance, Betty knew how to teach dancing.

Betty danced across the room, all eyes on Betty, Betty demonstrated two positions, Betty lined up the little dancers along the wall. The first position, Betty corrected where necessary and very hands-on. The second position, and then how to move across the hall using the two positions and back again.

Betty helped all the little dancers, Betty could dance, Betty enjoyed dancing, Betty had taught them dancing. All the mothers were pleased, all the children were happy.


“It’s been a big news day here at Eastpro TV in the town of Griddle­stone. Two big events: yesterday the big explosion in the main railway station and this morning the assas­sination of Erik Blaketon, the leader of the senate, in front of the town hall. You must have seen the videos. And who is the little girl in the dancing clothes?”

“A report has just come in that the richest man in Griddle­stone has been killed in his villa. However this report has not been confirmed, but we have a live video of the big gate to the villa. The fire brigade are there. Wait, I know what they’re doing. They’re using high-power, hydraulic shears to cut through the steel bars in the gate.”

“This is how they cut people free that are trapped in crashed cars. A team of armed police­men are running into the villa – more news coming soon. But first our corres­pondent John Kapon asking questions in the market square.”

“How do you feel about the events here in Griddle­stone?”

“Oh, very happy, everyone in Griddle­stone is happier now that those three horrible men are gone.”

“Happy. The terrorist, the politician and now the rich man terminated. Don’t forget that Erik Blaketon and that rich guy were being invest­igated last year for corruption, that is until the chief witness suddenly disappeared.”

A helicopter flies past.

“And back to the studio.”

“The police are searching for that little girl in the white dancing costume, they are everywhere, they are making a big show of it, but somehow I don’t think that the police really want to catch her.”

“Another video clip taken at the main railway station, a policeman is trying to catch the little girl, she grabs him on the platform edge and throws him onto a bench. She has saved him from falling onto the railway track.”

“You are not going to believe the next video. A very small diesel locomotive is slowly pulling empty carriages through Griddle­stone North Station and who’s driving it? A little face behind the cab window, is it the little girl?”

“A report has come in that a little girl has been giving dancing lessons to little children. The regular teacher, the wife of Erik Blaketon has disap...”

“Oh, turn it off, Dave. We’ve heard enough about that little girl, we have the real thing here with us.”

Very true. Betty entered the kitchen and jumped into Dave’s arms and kissed Mary.

Betty sat on the kitchen counter top and peeled potatoes. Mary knew that she had been right to buy three steaks for the evening’s meal.

And no, no second glass of wine for Mary and Dave, just water. Betty finished the bottle herself.


Betty knew that Mary wanted to start a family; Betty knew that Dave knew that he wanted something, but not what that great something was.

Betty started the foreplay, Betty was good at that, Betty made everything bigger and better, just like a magnifying glass. Mary said that it was very snooky-cosy.

She taught the two of them the plumber's doorstop. It is not a very enjoyable position, you need to be very fit, but it's good for making babies. Betty was happy, the two were making progress.

Later – after Mary and Dave had sandwiched Betty between them and gone to sleep – Betty lay there thinking, somewhat squashed, but happy. She could feel the love flowing between Dave and Mary, but she could not see it, it was dark.

Tomorrow was the violence, the monthly chance for the members of the local Black Corner Group to show off, to be violent and demolish a deserted building or crush an old bicycle or fall an unwanted tree or two.

It was the chance to be violent to things and not people; and show that to anyone who turned up to watch the show. Betty was looking forward to that, she had seen many violences.

Betty would probably knock down a tree or three.
Betty felt very snooky-cosy.



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