At the train station

Communication has no bounds

I was seated on a bench at the train station; the train I was to board was to arrive in an hour. This gave me the opportunity to witness life from a static point of view, I saw different types of people. Some were in a haste while others walked slowly as if time belonged to them. Money guides their daily activities, the desire to satisfy wants lead us to want to satisfy others which in turn push us to give up our freedom and become slaves of economy. Across the railway, I noticed a lady dressed in black, she was tall and slim, and her lips were glossy and thin. I couldn’t see her eyes for she wore dark sunshades, for a minute I looked at her intensely wondering who this talk model looking like figure would be waiting for at that end. But then my interest was taken away by a little blond boy who might have been six or seven but looked older who stood from a close distance looking at me intently. I guess he wondered why I was looking so intensely at the woman, for a few seconds we faced each other to a point where I thought he wouldn’t back off but he was disrupted in his courageous action by his mother who called him. Thirty minutes passed and the lady was still standing there but now we were staring at each other but it felt as if we were talking to each other because I felt her energy taking possession of me. I then heard voice in my head “I need help!” I got startled inside but portrayed calmness on the outside. The female voice spoke again “help me!” but this time louder and at the same moment I looked back at the lady and saw her cry. Beautiful tears ran down her soft cheeks but her stare was unshaken, through those dark glasses I could perceive her unhappiness and her pain but something kept me seating on that bench unmoved. I was touched by her suffering but it seemed as if I was stuck on that bench just looking at her and watching what she would do. The last thirty minutes of my wait were coming to an end; I could hear he train’s approach and feel the crowd closing in. I could see her still standing there immobile, I was about to wave my hand to give her a sign to come to the other side so we could talk when she swiftly brought herself down in the middle of the railway leaving her handbag behind, I screamed out telling her to leave and come to me for the train was already close. She turned her head and looked at me, a sad smile crossing her face which made me  shed a tear, and it was a smile that meant farewell because I heard her talk again in my head “goodbye friend”. The train unable to stop its course hit her hard and crushed her causing her deep red sorrowful blood to splash on the crown and on me as I was just in front of the horrible scene. I kneel down in stupor wishing that I had gone to her.