What happened before that night? (Stovohobo Challenge)

In the photo, a boutonni̬re lay at the edge of the tracks. In the distance, an old fashioned locomotive could be seen Рthe cowcatcher gave it away.

“Why are you showing me this?” she asked, tears streaming. “We were…” Her voice trailed away as she struggled to suppress a sob.

“I need to know what happened that night. Actually, I need to know what happened BEFORE that night. Have you heard of the term ‘In medias res’? I feel like I know the middle of the story, but I need to know how it started. And no one’s talking.”

She shook her head. I sighed. I was going to have do this the hard way. Grabbing her antique gramophone, I raised it up. “Tell me what I want to know!”

“Go ahead,” she laughed, bitterly. “Do you really think that life means anything to me? After that?”

“That’s why I’m so desperate. There’s only two of you left.”

She looked away. “Fine. I will tell you. But you won’t like what you hear. It all began with a discussion of the advantages of the metric system over the avoirdupois system….”

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