Family Ties
The viaduct loomed over a double row of railroad tracks running along its ballast. A dark figure emerged at the edge of the rails—silhouetted by nearby streetlamps—the face cold and calculating. The blast of an airhorn penetrated the night, followed by the screech of steel wheels, muffling the cries of someone cuffed to the tracks. The victim squirmed—no give. “Let me go! I’m your baby brother!” His words—drowned by the horn’s blast. Waving a paper that read Brinkley Estate Appraisal, the sister proclaimed, “No more being passed over. No more ‘baby brother...’”
Photograph (Sullivan)
Work Cited
Sullivan, Robert. "On the Railroad Tracks at Night." www.Workingimagephotography.Com, 11 Mar. 2025, www.workingimagephotography.com/blog/2018/3/11/on-the-railroad-tracks- at-night. Accessed 5 May 2025.