As he stood there, the world seemed to slow down. It was the time of night that London feel silent, only inhabited by the mist that blanketed the ground, swept in on the cool breeze from the Thames.
Off in the distance he could hear sirens blaring, fading in and out, pulsing like an audible strobe light as the vehicles they were attached to drove up and down the cobblestone abbeys, looking for the source of the distress call.
He'd listen. For someone else to stir on the platform. But it was always just him, standing alone, waiting for the tube to arrive. At times, he'd find himself doubting if it was going to show up. If the rest of the city had a way of dying at this hour, maybe so would the train.
It didn't matter though. He didn't mind the silence. The lack of life. Stillness of the air. Even though the quiet caused the hair on the back of his neck to standup, nervous that it brought with it some unknown terror, he was at ease.
These were the hours that his mind was completely empty. Free from the stress of his job, the city, of life.
It was when he was alone, standing on the platform that he felt like the only remaining passenger in the world. But he didn't mind.
I just meant it was all his.
You have captured a very real human phenomenon - feeling totally alone, even through we have people all around us.
ReplyDeleteI like that this character took a very positive perspective on it!
ieyu, ilys!