my attempt at trying to write or create something every day.
I had some free time at work and on the bus ride home today and decided to write a short story. Thank you for reading and leaving any comments or constructive criticism.
Its Been Raining
We saw each other across the tracks at the train station almost every day. She would be going North and I would be going South. I watched and admired her while we both waited, every once in a while I would catch her eye and quickly look away. After a while, I think she caught on, I noticed her looking at me more and I became more and more self conscious each day, trying to wear nice clothes that would impress her, and cutting my hair more often and shaving every day. It was a ridiculous reaction to a girl just looking at me and noticing me, but she was beautiful and I was intimidated. Over the weeks and months, we slowly started making eye contact, and would smile at each other. Whenever a homeless person would approach me for change, I’d make sure she was watching as I handed them some change. One day, after we had smiled at each other, she got up from the bench she was waiting on and walked to the edge of the platform, for a second I almost thought she was going to jump on to the tracks and run over to me, but she stopped at the edge. As I stood up and began walking towards her, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted something at me. I couldn’t hear her “What?!” I shouted back. She cupped her hands around her mouth again, preparing to shout something again, but as she did the storm began, and her words were lost in the wind and rain.
The storm had lasted over a month now, and people were beginning to get scared. News reports were telling people to stay calm and try to stay off the roads as much as possible, apparently the storm was happening all over the world. I tried not to listen to the news or any of the casualty reports, I kept telling myself that it would be over soon and I would see her again, I didn’t want to imagine the possibility that she had been in a car crash or the victim of a riot. Trains and taxis were pretty much the only way people were getting to work, and the train station was packed with everyone trying to keep dry inside. I kept thinking I saw her as I ran through the crowds trying to reach my train, but my pessimism told me it was just wishful thinking. There had been reports of people being trampled at the train stations, and I made a point to try and watch out for anyone who had fallen, I was late to work a couple of times because I had helped someone up who had fallen, but being late to work these days was expected. One day at work our boss came out of his office after being on the phone, and told us one of our co-workers had died in a car accident, he told us we could take the rest of the day off if we needed. I didn’t really know the man who had died, but I decided to take the opportunity to go home and try to take my mind off of everything that was going on.
On the way back to the train station, I asked the taxi driver to stop at a corner store, I asked him to wait as I hopped out and ran to the door. I picked up a bottle of expensive whiskey and walked to the counter. The cashier was distracted by the news report playing on the television, I decided to watch what was going on. It was a breaking news report on looters in large cities, there were various helicopter shots of people dressed in black breaking windows and setting fire to buildings. I set the bottle on the counter and the sound of the glass directed the cashier’s attention towards me. He smiled and rung up the liquor, just as I was pulling out my wallet there was a loud crash of glass behind me, I spun around and saw a group of people dressed in black with bandannas over their face and carrying baseball bats. One of them had smashed the glass in the front door and another had just swung at a shelf of bottles, splashing liquor and glass all over the floor. “Run!” the cashier yelled behind me “Just take it and run, get out of here!” I was in shock and had no choice but to listen to him, I grabbed the bottle and ran to the far corner of the store, I waited until the door was clear and ran back to the taxi. As I was running out I heard more smashing of the bats against the bottles and the cashier yelling “Take anything you want, just don’t hurt me, please!” I jumped in the taxi and asked the driver to take me to the train station.
At the train station, I paid the driver and piled in through the doors with the rest of the crowd. The station was noisier than it had been lately and I saw lots of people on their cell phones with worried looks on their faces. As the trains came, the people pushed their way through the doors and packed themselves in to the train cars, many people trying to get out of the cars were trapped inside by people shoving their way through, everyone was screaming and yelling, I was trying to stay as calm as possible. I was finally close to the doors to the platform and I figured I would be able to get on the next train, I had the bottle of whiskey tucked under my arm without a bag or anything to carry it in. After a few minutes the train arrived and people began pushing their way through, I hurried through the doors and out in to the storm. The wind and rain hit my face and I had to lean forward and squint my eyes to make it toward the train doors. I turned my body sideways as people coming out of the train began to push their way through, I tried to make my body as small as possible to fit through the crowd. I made it to the door and had to stretch my arms out to squeeze through, the hand holding the bottle was outside the doors as they began to close. I didn’t have time to pull the bottle through the door and I was forced to drop it outside on the platform, the doors closed just as the bottle shattered and all I heard was the muffled shatter of glass. Ashamed and embarrassed, I looked away and out the windows on the opposite side. As the train pulled away from the platform, I saw her, I was sure of it this time, almost sure we made eye contact. I doubt she could make me out in the crowd, but I was hopeful, it was all I had at the moment, to hope for.
When I finally got home, I shed myself of my soaking wet clothes and took a hot shower. When I got out, I emptied what little was left in the liquor cabinet and turned on the television. The storm must have finally blocked out the satellite signals because all I could get was static. I tried to read, but everything seemed to reference rain or wind or unrequited, lost love. I tried to cook something, but in my drunkenness I must have forgotten what I was trying to cook, ended up burning it as well as myself, and in the end decided to throw it out because of how awful it tasted. I tried to sleep, but I kept waking up from bad dreams about drowning or being stabbed to death by giant shards of hail. I was finally able to sleep through the night but woke up early with a terrible hang over. I did my best to get rid of the headache and fatigue and finally decided I felt well enough to go to work.
The streets were much quieter, and I felt like I had possibly missed the end of the world in my sleep, but as the taxi drove me closer to the train station I began to see more people and figured mostly everyone had decided to stay inside after hearing about the looting and rioting, or there was a radio broadcast I had missed about urging everyone to stay inside. It seemed safe enough this early in the morning though. The train station was much less crowded than it had been since the storm started, and I noticed strangers talking to each other about what they had heard was going on. I caught bits and pieces of stories, dogs going missing, friends in other countries, family members dying. The wind seemed to be slowing down, but the rain was still coming down hard, I decided it was safe to stand outside under the awning while I waited. As I stood outside waiting, I stared across to the other platform, wishing I would see her again, hoping nothing bad had happened to her. My train was scheduled to arrive in just a few minutes, and just as I was giving up hope that I wouldn’t see her before I had to board, she appeared in the doorway that I had been staring at. We both instantly smiled at each other, and I decided to brave the rain to approach the edge of my side of the platform. She did the same and we each stood on our opposite sides deciding what to yell across. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted something, but the rain was too strong, and the wind picked up carrying her voice away from me. “What?!” I yelled back at her just like before, and as she cupped her hands to try and yell again, the sound of the rain was suddenly muted. We both looked up as the sun pierced through the clouds. The world around us was silent. She cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Some weather we’re having!"
The trains pulled in, but neither of us got on.