They sat there holding hands and gazing into eachothers eyes. The early morning sun mad her short blond hair, peaked to perfection, glow. The train tumbled forth softly.
I sat there in front of them. In front of everybody as if I were facing a tiny auditioning roomfilld with commuters that weren't really interested, but could potentially watch out of boredom. The loftly gaze and the gentle hand with the gloden ring stopped and dissapeared as the train came to a halt.
He left.
Redfern- the lovely maiden leaves. Up until Stanmore she wore a lovely smile filled with lovers bliss. Remarkable, such early morning love energy.
Central. Now there are five women and six men left. Quickly they become invisible amoung the newcomers. There is a boy in front of me. He has a water bottle, a big balck backpack, headphones and balck sneakers that tap in time with the music that he is listening to.A hand contemplatively holding his chin as he is looking ou the window at a black wall.
Town Hall- I leave.
