Literature
I waited
I waited.
On the slightly worn bench inside the train station, I waited. A side one, mind you, that still sat out in the open air rather than underground. I didn’t keep track of how many years it had been around, but perhaps I could make a guess. Most of the structures had paint chipping off to reveal rust. Spots of old gum spotted the cement everywhere and weeds grew into the tracks.
Still, in spite of it’s age or location it got it’s fair share of business. People went in and out of it all day. Lovely people, I was sure of that. Many hard workers, parents, young ones looking for a vacation would wait patientl