Ghost of the ‘Flying Arrow’.

Written from a suggestion from my step-dad, who also suggested it could be longer. It makes a great opening certainly, but I can't think where to take it. Any suggestions?



There used to be a railway line here. Now the old track is gone. It is silent now, deserted, unused, alone in the dark of the night. Once mighty steam locomotives ran here, but now grass grows. Nothing moves but that brushed by the breeze. It is quiet and peaceful, only Mother Nature making any noise, except…
Suddenly, a far-off whistle is heard, a steam whistle. The sound of an engine, a steam engine approaches. A piece of precision engineering, lovingly crafted, immaculately kept, working hard. There is the clack of steel wheels on non-existent rails. The sound of hissing pistons pounding away gets closer. It’s here, upon us, but nothing can be seen of the mighty machine, only its sound and the smell of hot steam and oil. It passes and recedes into the distance, the once common sound dissipating into the night.
The Arrow still runs!!