Vagabond #Sunday Photo Fiction

I found an empty bench at the end of the platform and sat down. I love to sit on a railway platform and watch trains go by. It is like watching life flowing by. Some fast trains move around like a busybody off to an important assignment. They whistle shrilly to announce that they are passing by. Almost expecting everyone to stand up and take a bow.

Then there are other trains that are slow coaches. Like a village vagabond, they stop at every station. As if to say hello, shake hands and exchange pleasantries. Sitting on my bench, I stare at faces of travellers. Happy faces of a couple going on a holiday, sad face of a kid going to boarding school, anxious face of a new bride leaving her home. 

These days, station security discourage me from sitting on platform. Fixed duration platform entry tickets have become mandatory. I cheat them by purchasing a travel ticket. Still, beyond a time, security men evict me. 

Simple pleasures of life are also disappearing. Can a man survive without an addiction? Some drink, others smoke, a few gamble. Me, I like to sit on a platform bench and watch life go by. 

Word Count : 201

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Mar 3rd, 2019, for Aspiring Writers. For other stories on the theme, look here.

Photo Credit: C E Ayr

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