The fifth of November
Triss chuckled to herself as she was heading for the train station. She was happy that she remembered the Bonfire Night. How could I possibly forget this day? she thought to herself.
Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...
Triss recited the poem in her head. Oh, how she loved the fifth of November; and also poems.Yes, poems were her passion. Although she could not compose masterpieces, she was able to memorize complicated verses and long strophes of poems. Poems were her guilty passion.
She was lost in her mind thinking about the Bonfire Night and about Guy Fawkes, when she arrived at the train station.
“One hour until the train arrives. Why did I wake up so early?” she muttered to herself as she put her hands in the pockets of her black jacket.
Triss decided it was better to sit down since the train wasn’t arriving any time soon.
She looked around to see an empty station. Well, it was 6:05, so of course it wouldn’t be full. But then she noticed a person looking rather agitated. A beautiful girl with long blond hair was sitting down a couple of meters away from her.
Automatically, Triss headed for the girl. She sat down next to her and when they locked eyes, Triss offered her a genuine smile.
The girl had cold piercing blue eyes. Her face was pale and she looked like she had been crying for days, though there weren’t any tears. The girl didn’t smile back, but averted her eyes and looked back at the track rails.
“Good day to you.” Triss said, initiating the conversation. The girl didn’t acknowledge her. “My name is Triss. Your name?” she added only to be ignored again.
“Well, I’m headed for school, as you can see I have my backpack” she laughed slighlty. “You look my age, but... I don’t see a backpack. Where are you headed?”
The girl sighed “Angie.”
“What?”
“Angie. My name is Angie.” she looked at Triss with her eyes filled with sadness. Triss winced, how could a person have such a pained expression?
“Your hair is beautiful.” she stated. “I mean... that’s not what I wanted... to say” great start Triss, make a fool out of yourself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a small chuckle “Thank you.”.
“Why you here?”
“Just...” Angie hesitated. “I’m here.”
“I can see that.” Triss laughed. “or are you here and everywhere, or here but nowhere?”
“You lost me.”
“No, but listen. Listen. Do you think Here and There exist? I am Here. Someone is There. But without Here, there is no There. No There, no Here.”
”I am not good at this philosophical thing, unfortunately.” Angie smiled.
