Like Ships That Pass In The Night - Part 4

Good evening to you my lovely little reader.

Well when I say lovely I'm talking to the lovely lady readers out there. So for the blokes amongst you:

Alright mate. How's it going? Fancy a pint mate?

Right, so that's the pleasantries out of the way lets get down to business shall we? (that sounds rather naughty doesn't it? *snigger* Although if there are any ladies out there reading this I'm 37 and SINGLE).

So here for your eyes and mind is Part 4 of the flash fiction series 'Like Ships That Pass In the Night'. In the next post will be Part 5. Without all this waffle though. You'll see why I was inspired to write the two so quickly when you read them.

Enjoy!

Ta ta for now

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Like Ships That Pass In The Night

Part 4

“Assumption”

The announcement comes over the tannoy on the train that they will shortly be arriving at the station. It’s been a long stressful week but now she knows she’ll shortly be home. Its late afternoon but not quite rush hour so the train is quiet as she hoped it would be. She could do without a full carriage, people crowded in on each other. She wonders if he will be there and is surprised to find that she hopes he will be. If only so she can return the offer of coffee. Is he thinking the same thing she wonders? They don’t even know each others name so she doubts it. The outside world, once a blur, now starts to come into focus as the train slows on approach to the station. A few people stand up and begin to put on coats and after a few moments she does the same. It is a warm afternoon so hats, scarves and gloves are not required today. She makes her way along the carriage as the train pulls up along the platform. Coming to a halt, the doors open and she steps down off the carriage onto the cold concrete floor. Without lingering she makes her way to the stairs and the exit. He’s not here on the platform anyway she thinks. Why would he be there? He won’t be waiting as he doesn’t know you’re here she tells herself. Don’t be so stupid. You don’t know anything about the man. Her heels clack on the steps as she walks up them her hand lightly trailing on the banister. She is not in a rush so walks a steady pace  along the walkway on the bridge. A whistle is blown on one of the platforms below her and the noise of a train moving off fills the air. As she starts to walk down the steps going down to the main area of the station she can see that it is, as always, busy with people. Some are now just finishing work and beginning their journeys home; others doing the opposite and beginning a night shift. Ticket in hand she makes her way through the turnstile. It is now time for a coffee she thinks and there is no queue so she makes her way over to the little shop and asks for a skinny latté. Her usual. A few minutes later coffee in hand she makes her way out of the station premises. A taxi pulls up outside and she stops and watches as he gets out. She thinks about calling out to him but stops as he holds the door open and a woman gets out, they embrace and he kisses her on the cheek. He smiles as he spots her with a coffee in her hand and sends her a quick wave. Swallowing hard she quickly walks on without noticing the now confused look on his face.