Michella was buffeted from every side as people rushed round
her running for their trains in the busy rush-hour station. She pretended to be
looking at the board listing the trains, but really she was frozen to the spot
with the mobile phone still in her hand, having just pressed the end button.
John had been her last connection to life beyond her tiny
studio flat; the only thing that enabled her to get through the days of
servitude as an office junior in a corporate world that mostly ignored her, and
now he was moving away.
Move to the city they said, there would be lots of life
there, you won’t feel so alone or isolated.
They were so wrong.
Oh, no...I think this probably happens too often. Good story.
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