It was actually 7:30 am and everybody looked very tired and dreadful: they looked like zombies; like bodies having lost their soul. On my left I noticed a young woman -who was hidden by The beefy woman- with an atrocious witch nose and wearing dirty clothes. She was holding an infant in her arms, who was barely noticeable. The beefy woman giggled so loud that it made an irritating noise for a few seconds; and I thought my ears were bleeding. Hearing this noise, The tiny baby began to scream and cry! The witch yelled at him "just stop crying!!!". She was shouting, not even rocking him to clam him down! After five minutes, The tiny baby was still screaming, crying to such an extent that he was drooling. His mother did not even understand that the poor little child was hungry and very scared because of the train. Six minutes later I was so fed up of putting up with his screams that I decided to do something in the name of all the passengers:
So I whispered: " Excuse me Miss, but I think your baby may be a little bit hungry...?"
She stared at me and replied: " I think I know what I have to do with MY OWN baby!"
She thought this because I was a man and meant that I cannot know how to take care of a child! So I shut my mouth and The tiny baby continued to cry until they got out of the train twelve minutes later.
What an unworthy mother! I have never seen such a pitiful baby in my life.
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The train
Short StoryToday I meet my best friend. I meet her in Central Park. But I will not go by car today, I will go by train.
