Strangers

Steam lets up slowly exposing the landing of the train station There she sits on the bench, beautiful, eyes lowered to the paperback she’s reading … Looking up, a passing bustle of people but she’s focussed on one … They; the only two here. She rises slowly, appraising him, drawn to him, tethered on a silken string of longing. He sees her, a glimmer of recognition as their eyes meet … a spark of something more … hunger … He nears her and before long their hands brush, a singular electric yearning, touching skin to skin. The moment spans into eternity She climbs the steps on the train. She spares herself one last look out the window, he is watching her. He stands on the landing edge mesmerized by the train disappearing in the distance.