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Flash Fiction Saturday: Train Station

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Warmth of the sun gently grills my skin, stopping me from moving. I don’t remember how long I’ve been staring at the railways. But, I continue to listen to the song of pigeons, train wheels and every human sound surrounding me.

A train comes up to the platform and just before people pour out of it, I make my way to the safety. I blend in with the steps of some businessmen and take a seat as soon as I see a spot.

The wooden old bench pierces its planks into my skin. Other people seem to be fine with that, so I continue to absorb the bacteria scattered on its surface with my gentle summer dress.

While watching how my skin reacts to a sudden change in temperatures, I inevitably listen to the human hum organised by the daily hurry and unfinished coffees. And yet, I can’t seem to understand any one of them. But, I do like to listen to some random conversations that happen to pass by sometimes.

‘And then, she came into the room, and…’

‘Tomorrow! Cats have nine lives anyway…’

Surrounded by the busyness, I try to focus on my breathing. Breath in – oh someone walked by with a fresh cup of latte. Clatz, clatz, clatz. Another flock of people walks by, this time they are surrounding a lady with impressively high heels. Immediately, a child on another side of this station stops screaming.

Finally, a little bit of peace.

My train is here, yet no one else hears it. I come up to the edge, returning to my staring contest with rails until the train arrives. The sun pours pleasant heat onto my skin again, soothing the overworked nerves.

Every Saturday I write a piece of Flash Fiction and I try to describe how the world looks and feels through Highly Sensitive Person’s eyes. I’ve only started and I find it incredibly difficult to describe everything accurately yet in prose. So, if this story did reveal the beauty of our everyday world to you in some sense, I would love to hear about that!

By Jevgenija Zukova

I'm a second year university student doing Accounting and Finance course. I stand together with other female entrepreneurs to bring sensitivity into the business world, fun of art and creativity into local communities, and awareness of highly sensitive people.

8 replies on “Flash Fiction Saturday: Train Station”

This piece really transported me into a completely different world. Out of my room in lockdown to that train station. The hustle and bustle it is amazing how things have really changed now. Such a beautiful piece of writing.

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omg it’s so beautifully written and I loved this paragraph especially.
“The wooden old bench pierces its planks into my skin. Other people seem to be fine with that, so I continue to absorb the bacteria scattered on its surface with my gentle summer dress.”

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