He was already speeding at eighty miles an hour, yet he pressed the accelerator. He needed to go faster. He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking extremely tense. His eyes spoke of dread, dread of failing to reach his terminus in time. He checked his wristwatch, he sighed and then accelerated his vehicle further. He unwaveringly gripped the bundle, it was shabbily wrapped but inside it lay something, something of value.
But it wasn’t his and he knew that.
As he came upon a busy road, he swerved towards the right, narrowly missing an accident. He sighed again, but this was a sigh of relief, contrary to the earlier one. He was almost there, yes, he was there. He entered through the gate, a board declared it a railway station.
He hurriedly locked his car, and bundle in hand, sprinted towards the platforms. He paused a moment as his eyes scanned the landscape, it was swarming with them, men and women, some were young, some were not.
He dashed towards the second platform, and as he climbed up the stairs he caught sight of her. Adrenaline rushed through him as he hastened for her. He swiftly climbed down on the other side, clutching the thing, something of value, that wasn't his.
There she was, coming out of the waiting room, chatting with some strangers, she did make friends fast. He tried to make way through the crowd but he never got the chance. He waved the bundle above his head, hoping to get her attention, but this proved to be ineffective.
She boarded the train, her handbag in her hands, while he made his way towards the train hoping to stop her. Hadn't she noticed, yet?
He shouted her name but she didn’t come, but then he saw her, sitting by the window. He shouted with joy and knocked at her window, and she noticed him. She gave a gracious smile and waved to him. And then it happened, the train started moving.
He is sitting on the bench now, staring at the vacant tracks where her train had stood.
She would curse him when she discovered it missing, curse him. His mind is filled with bitter thoughts as he blows a strand of his greying hair off his face.
"What will she do when she discovers her toothbrush is missing?"
P.S. I'm sorry that this is so, well, pathetic. I wrote this one and a half years ago but posted it today because I hadn't published something in a few days.
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