Station tale 1/1

Guest story today, while I recover from writer's block and illness. Anyone else wanna put one forwards to try and help me through a dry spell? This one is written by Fox and sent shivers down my spine.

She was the only person on the deserted train station. No trains waited and she sat on the only dry bench as the soft flakes of snow drifted down. I couldnt hear a thing through the glass window of my office which was pity cause i wanted to listen to the laugh that went with that smile as she typed a text message. As he came along the round the corner she looked up and gave another warm smile scootching further along the bench to make room for him. I looked down perplexing over my finances to give them a moments privacy.

What I saw when I next looked up let loose the green eyed monster. He had her in his arms twirling her round and round. Holding her tight dancing about... though she looked alittle awkward what with the bump under her jumper getting in the way. He was a little grimy, looked like a cross between a hippy and a builder. Straggly hair escaping the wooley cap, torn jeans, battered boot and a cigarette burnt parka contrasting with her gleaming dark red hair and autumn coloured skirt and fitted jumper under the nut brown coat.. Her sensible shoed feet flailed about as he danced here and there. She had his her hands on his chest pushing back to give that new life a little space. I assumed.

She looked tired and a little stressed and slowly she stopped her excited twitching and seemed almost drained. I guess she must have gone to sleep as when I looked back after a phonecall the 4.15 was whistling through the station and she was slumped in his arms... her arms held around his neck with one hand and her legs tucked up with the other. Like firemen carry people from burning buildings.

I watched as he lifted her into the 4.25 train as something fell from her hand. I saw her phone thunk to the ground. It spun about as I ran from the door and tried to reach them in time to give it back to her. I looked at the soon depart train but the message still unfinished on the screen caught my eye.

“I cant wait to see you my love... I had the most awful day at work i was late and had to run to the station. My legs ache! Everything aches... oh well i'll be home with you soon! Oh, this creepy guy just came onto the platform. He keeps trying to touch my belly i think hes on som” The message finished ubruptly. I closed my eyes breifly.

I looked back at the phone I had been gripping so tightly.. it had gone to a screen saver... of her and a happy youngman together in a pretty garden, his hands on her belly protectively. I looked back at the train and my heart froze as I saw her looking at me. Her back was ramrod straight and her neck bent at an impossible angle so her long hair trailed down his back as he sat on a seat. hands busy beneath the rucked skirt as the whites of her vacant eyes watched me under the soft fringe of her dark lashes.