I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
The station stunk with the smell of musty skin and wet garbage. I walked further down the train platform, hoping the smell would lighten up, but I eventually was met with the source of the stench.
Pipe in hand with a lighter burning under it, a homeless man groaned as he glared at me.
With a wheezing cough, the man shouted, “The fuck you looking at, bitch?”
I sighed and shook my head, turning away to face the wall of the station, “Not a goddamn thing.”
I hate taking the rush hour trains at this station. Something bad could happen.
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