Park Road Station

Yod, who had long given up on humanity in general and himself in particular, was not on the look out for destiny. Waiting at the train station, Yod was after nothing more than something to remove the gum from his shoe. It was only as he rose to place the now defiled chip packet into the rubbish bin that he saw the photograph. It was of a woman, and the woman’s head was thrown back, her smiling mouth wide open, her whole body strained against her dress as if her flesh were fighting with the fabric which struggled to contain the joy that pumped through this woman’s veins.Yod lit a cigarette and glanced around the station furtively, feeling stupid for expecting that coincidence might conspire for him in a way that he had only seen in the movies. Of course she wasn’t there. The train came instead. He stepped into the air conditioned carriage with disappointment and there, amidst the green carpeted chairs and stale air, was the woman from the photograph! Wearing a blue pants suit and sensible heels, nonetheless she still exuded joy and a sense of anticipation Yod had long forgotten existed. Passion seeped from her fingertips, carried in the air on her scent of violets and frangipani, a botanical embodiment of possibility that called Yod to reconsider his position of giving up on humanity in general, and even himself in particular. A bud of hope bloomed in his heart. And as he teetered along the corridor, grabbing at headrests for balance, Yod found he didn’t even have to summon his courage. The woman leant forward and smiled at him first. The bud in his heart swelled. Yod returned the smile, powered by singing blood in sparkling veins.Already the scraping, creaking wheels, unaware of the precious cargo they were carrying, were braking into the next stop. The woman rose. Yod’s heart screamed at him to follow her, to make acquaintance, to offer tea and friendship and other wonderful things. He forced himself to rise alongside her, allowing her to step off the train ahead of him, telling himself that would seem polite, chivalrous even. She strode quickly down the concrete path with click clack steps, and Yod was careful to stay a safe distance behind her, just until he thought of something clever to say, and then he would catch her up. But as they strode down the footpath, three paces between them, Yod never thought of anything to say, and then his footsteps slowed and he missed the lights, and he saw her meet someone, and they disappeared into a tall building and he lost her, and with her his faith in himself, if not in humanity.

Park Road Station


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