This Charming Man

Twenty One

I was stood out on the bridge in the early morning waiting for the first train to pass underneath me. The cliffs in the distance were clouded with mist and the small platform off the distance was completely hidden from sight. I leaned against the banister, my jaw rested in my hands but occasionally checked my watch. It was very nearly 6 o'clock. I must have been stood out there for well over an hour. The mist had cleared up considerably and I saw the train before it could whistle. I felt the rumble as it passed underneath me and I ran to the over side of the bridge to watch it disappear, covering my mouth with my hand to stop myself breathing in the smoke. A smile formed behind my fingers as I watched it dissolve in the mist and out of sight. I felt a prickle course over my skin as I shivered for the hundredth time from the cold.

Mr Weekes was due to leave in an hour but I didn't want to go and see him just yet. I'd thoroughly washed my hands before going to bed last night and, thankfully, Ryan had been fast asleep the whole time. I'd managed to peer over and inspect the bump on his head and, again thankfully, it was already looking better. Ryan would be up and about fine this morning like nothing happened. Him and Spencer were still asleep when I'd got up to watch the train this morning but would definitely be up and doing work already.

I rubbed my eyes, still dusted with sleep since I'd forgotten to wash my face, and headed back inside.