At the top of the station stairs, a cup of coins in front of him

School kids in cadets’ uniforms. What are their parents thinking? Look at me. No, don’t.

A generic frown.
Frown.
Frown.
A smile let loose like a balloon in the sky.

Headphones, headphones, earbuds. Doesn’t matter who’s inside.
Tourist. Surely?
Late for work. The glance back says it was the train’s fault.
Walking fast, head down over phone or map. Watch out for the Watchtower stand.

Armed police. First for a while.
People look serious.
Soles worn down to nothing. How don’t your knees buckle and fall?

You should be at school.
And you.
Oh, I see.

I’ll just close my eyes.

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