The Graffiti on the Train

That night

I always worked overtime on Tuesdays, it happened so often that it became an annoying habit, it made the long days a little longer and I didn't really sleep much because of it. I didn't even want to work here to be honest, but I needed the money. I worked from five to eight at a local chippy called 'The Stack'', not much of a name... I know, but I guess no one actually came here for its name anyway.
There were only four people that  worked here; Peter, Jenny, Gerald and I. However we were far from an efficient team. I never quite got along with  Gerald and I never really spoke to Peter or Jenny because they were always in the storage room cuddling it up.
Anyway, this particular Tuesday evening something quite strange happened. Everyone had already gone home and it was my turn to close up. The sky always looked particularly beautiful at this time of day, the rosey pink sky could get anyone to stop and stare. Across the street, a man was having a cigarette as he sat in front of his shop, I wondered if he was as amazed by the sky as i was.