~ The Little Girl ~

 

 

 

There is someone new when I get back to my compartment, someone I haven’t met before

 

 

 

 

There’s a little girl, who looks up at me and smiles

 

 

 

 

Her mother is there too, holding her hand; she is looking at me and whispering something to the woman sitting down

 

 

The little girl is holding on to her mother with such gusto that had she let go by accident, she’d start crying in an instant

 

 

 

She’s looking at me now

 

 

 

 

I am training my eyes on my seat next to the woman sitting down

 

 

 

I carefully move past the little girl and her mother, turning sideways to fit through the gap to my seat

 

 

 

 

The morning trolley had already gone I was assuming since she was no longer here

 

 

 

 

 

When I sat back down on my seat, the lady next to me informed me that she bought a cup of tea and a pack of biscuits for me and had left them on my side of the table while I had gone to the rest room

 

 

 

 

I thanked her and continued looking through the glass pane