Train

 

A couple stops with bags by their sides. Crowds of young and old families, police, some beggars, continual pass them by. The board has not shown the ticket gate yet.

 

Tears in her eyes.

 

"can't you come with me. 2 months off work. Just you and I."

 

He nods silently and smiles. "Goodbyes are hard. It will be like a weekend away from each other. I will see you soon". He replies.

 

She dries her eyes." Go now the train number is up. I will want to cry. go now".

 

Giving her one last hug and deep long kiss. Softness of his lips on hers. A touch of his fingers on her arm.

Away he turns.

 

Each 10 m or so he waves back and moves on to the train which will begin his long journey home.

 

Another turn and he can see her arms above the crowd in the distance waving.

 

He boards the train, sits opposite an elderly Asian couple and stares and out of the window.

 

 

She can see the First and the second wave. Tall above the increasing crowd between them. Tears and an ache deep down she knows will subside, but wants it to last for a bit longer.

 

Gate number. Long walk with other travelers. Seat by the window. Journey from home ahead