The Girl stands at the far end of the platform.

She checks her watch, stares along the curve of the tracks glistening in the sunlight, then checks her watch again.

Amongst the busy, non-stop crowd of commuters, she is conspicuous, rooted to the spot, unmoving apart from the lift of her wrist to check the time, and then the tilt of her head to search for the train.

Her small movements are metronomic.

And then, then train arrives – she steps aboard, disappears – and she is free.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this inspirational photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…