Running into you
Crossing the large hall of Victoria Station always made Sidney feel small. Insignificant even. So many people, rushing around him to destinations unknown. Staff, mostly coloured to a certain degree, wearing fluorescent yellow jackets, lazily meandering their way through the crowds, picking up carelessly dropped sandwich wrappers or partly smoked cigarette buds.
The student made his way from the one of the entrances on the bus side to the automated ticket booths. He had been smart, smarter than the hundreds, maybe thousands of people daily needing to join the queues to buy their tickets real time. He was a student and needed to save money. Getting a one way ticket for five pounds, rather than the regular twentyseven and a half, suited him perfectly fine.
With the freshly printed yellow and orange ticket secured in his wallet, The student set off to find his platform. He'd made the trip a few times before and knew it was usually either platform 14 or 16. Straight on from where he had entered, passed Ixxy's Bagels and a non-descript take away Chinese who did a surprisingly good Chicken Chow Mein, underneath the stairs, through the pillars. A train stood ready, its doors open invitingly. Sidney checked his watch. 12:42. Eight minutes left.
A ladies voice boomed over the airwaves, something about the Dartford train being delayed. He checked his watch again as he minded the mental gap inside the train. 12:45. Five minutes to find a quiet seat on this afternoon service, take out his laptop and settle in for the fiftysix minute journey to Brighton.
Published: 1 month ago
Posted by: Sidney Trabellous