She stood by the train platform, circling the same spot, ‘4 minutes’ until the train is due. A child, is crying over a spilled milk, a lady in her 40s came to console the child. Looking into the child eyes, she saw something a bit familiar, an emotion, a deep sea of sadness, tearing through the child’s face. Sadness, over a spilled milk. The milk makes it way towards and off the platform, dripping, drip, drip, drip and darkness, as the train has arrived.
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