Before, we start, I must explain the featured image to you, the reader. It is a Starlite 2012 LED Railroad lantern that is purchased in the series by my narrator character.
First of all, for those of you who don’t know, a foamer, while technically a derogatory word, is slang for a railfan, in other words, someone who doesn’t work for any railroad entity but has a great interest in anything pertaining to the railroad and/or trains.
This series centers around the lives of a young couple, both who happen to be foamers. It is a love story, I guess. Ultimately it is another off-shoot of my infamous “Grocer and Writer” stories. Like in those stories, one of the characters in this couple is mildly Autistic and also a writer, though this time, it’s the female character. Many times foamers do indeed have Autism at least to some degree. The frequency of people diagnosed with this condition is definitely on the rise. However, I personally believe that those who have it are mostly good-hearted individuals, they just become mean spirited or uptight sometimes because of all the harassment they have to endure (both actual and perceived.)
I guess I am trying to drive home the point that everyone who desires to love and be loved, deserves to love and be loved. There are also some Post Modern American elements in this series, like in the related series I’ve written. Their age difference may be an issue to some because they’re eight years apart. However they are both fully grown, legally consenting adults. Age is just a number to them.
I know I am probably going to catch some flak for writing this and sharing it, but I don’t care. My intentions, however, are pure, whatever people may say.
Without further ado, here are the pieces to this new series:
How They Met -Written in June of 2017…It takes place in December 201x.
Pilot -Written in June of 2017…It takes place in December 201x+1.
…The inspiration for these stories, unfortunately, killed on me, though one may it may come alive again. While that would be something beautiful, I’m not holding my breath…