4th of febuary
The 4th of Febuary. Slumping on the dreary dank, harsh steps of Paddington, deviding up a metho cigerette feebleth her shivering boyfirend. This Friday nighttime is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not quite the drunkest; nor are we the the worst smelling. Latenight, distrubed foreigns don't even stare - -a few ask direction. We start spreading our cold ,quivering limbs alll other the sold floor, watching stumbling silhouettes fight with the train doors.
I scanned down at my follow we had about two hours left. I felt like my face woudl freeze. I can't remeber a time when I had felt woeful and wretched.
Thsi is when I first saw her! She shuffles down the plateform with the final of her stength. Her baby pink sweatpants are tinged with brown , and her feet are ratteling around in nike trainers. One of her eyes seemed to have leak and it was clear that she was nearly blind.. Her large coat seemed to be full of all of her worldly possions.. She cleared areas of the station just by walking through them. I stared at those glass eyes and think about how harden humans can become ; that if I could not deal with 2 hours then I woudl never last as long as her , and all I'm doing is hanging around for a train.
Out comes her begging, wrinkled palm.
We check ourselfs we have nothing.
The darkeness of the city absorbed her ragged, miserable frame.
I move arounf and try and remove a stoen from my uncortable shoes. Eveythign seems to be in slow motion, the world seems to be waiting.. My body convusrse, almost like it is beggin me to find warth.
She's back again.. Her weak wrinkled hand hand, tired of beseeching, had done the whole rounds.
Unexpectectetly she dropped two 50p pieces Inot my lap and says, " get yourself a cup of tea. Merry Christmas."