Dark lady
Story of the dark lady.
Slumping on the lonely uninviting, dreary steps of Wood green station, sharing a fag with her friend. This Saturday early morning is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not the worst off; by comparison we are looking quite good. Anxious, unnerved tourists try and pertend we don't exist —a few want to know where to find the night bus. I start spreading our damp ,tired limbs alll other the sold floor, observing stumbling commuters battle with the escalator.
Their she was! She dragged herself up the steps with the final of her enegry. Her faded pink sweatpants has seen better days , and her feet are buried in school shoes. Her eyes look like they've seen so much sadness they're forever doomed to apathy.. On her face you could see the lines that had been worn out by tears.. Her large coat seemed to be full of all of her worldly possions.. I looked at her darken visiage and imagining what drove her to this point ; that I cna hardly bear to move , and I am just is waiting for the last tain home.
Out comes her weak, trembling mit.
I looked in my purse just to find out that I had no change.
As she moved away the staton seemed to eats up her tormented, miserable shape.
I move arounf and try and remove a stoen from my uncortable shoes. I make a silent scream, no one can hear but these two hours seem unbearable.. My body convusrse, almost like it is beggin me to find warth.
Then suddley the beggar tlady reappears.. A wrinkled hand, trembling with malmtrison, had returned.
She turned and dropped a small pile of change Inot my lap and says, " buy yourself a cuppa. God bless you."
The night swalllowed her up again before we had any chance to refuse .