Synopsis

At the Steamworks, James waited for repairs, a familiar ache in his boiler. Whispers had reached him – a shortage of red paint. The thought sent a shiver of anxiety through his metal frame; he dreaded being repainted a different color. He longed for the familiar hues of his friends: Thomas’s blue, Edward’s green, Gordon’s black, Henry and Percy’s green, Spencer's silver. Sleep offered no respite. In his dreams, he’d gleam like Thomas, emerald like Edward, dark as Gordon, a vibrant green like