A Quiet Roll

My motor stirred without a sound. I didn’t rush. I tested my wheels against the dark plastic rails, feeling the grooved grip beneath me. With a slow, deliberate nudge, I eased forward just half an inch. Behind me, the grey wagon followed, its small hitch settling with a faint click. Across the orange incline, the blue engine remained completely still. I brought myself to a smooth halt beneath the bridge support. No rush at all. A clever engine never plays all his cards at once.