Five Sentence Fiction - Isolated

I am just getting my entry to Five Sentence Fiction in under the line. In fact the new prompt has been sent out, but the link is still open and I wanted to write for this really badly. So here it is.

 

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.