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The train was bustling as usual, although it was more packed today than usual. I reach up to hold onto the train's ring, only to become sandwiched between a man in his late forties and a woman who was wearing far too much makeup.
As my entire body immobilized in a carriage full of busy people, all I could do was to breathe and not die from the awkwardness.
Suddenly, the fragrance of cinnamon and apple wafts through the air, making my mouth water hungrily at the scent. I start to sniff the air trying to find where the perfume was coming from.
The aroma was particularly strong in the presence of an elegant, finely dressed lady. On a closer inspection, I could see she had a great taste for clothes. She wore a light pink tailored dress that was peeking out of a white faux fur coat. Her glossy, auburn hair was styled in a neat low bun. It was unusual to see such a polished woman in a crummy place like this. It was like finding a well-groomed dog playing amongst the strays.
An abrupt stop at my station caused a couple of people to lose their footing, including a young girl, around fourteen, to fall flat on her face (Might I add, it incited a few giggles and smiles from the people- I travel with heartless people.
"Are you okay?"
I whipped my head back to see if this soft tinkling voice belonged to the fine stranger. I was right. She was reaching out to help the teen that had fallen.
"DOORS ARE NOW OPENING,” the robotic voice demanded generating a stampede of people rushing out to their destination. Amidst all the ruckus, I glance back at the refined lady knowing ill never see such a stranger again.
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The Train Station Blues
Teen FictionThe Train Station holds many secrets ,hope and dreams. Everyone is struggling with their dilemma and everyone always ponder over them in those minutes that take them to their work, school ....to their life. Take a look into a couple of people's thou...
