However, the man's sticky and sweaty hand had already left its mark and I would have liked to go to the toilet to rinse my hands.
Quickly releasing my grip on the bearded man's hand, I wished him a good day, still forcing a smile as much as I could. I was getting really worried," the man said and even took my hand to shake it properly. My eyesight hasn't been playing the same way it used to and so I didn't notice that at all. Take a look," and my hand went up in the air to point to the number on the pole. A blue star, attached with tweezers to a brown blanket.īut the man's expectant expression was quickly answered, "Of course. More specifically, the detail on the hat. Immediately after his eyes, my attention was drawn to his hat, which did not, in my opinion, fit the ensemble.
The same man I had seen wandering back and forth a short time before had now come to me. When I looked up, I was greeted by round blue eyes surrounded by wrinkled skin. It should be leaving just about now," a gentle, friendly voice asked. Would you happen to know where I could find pier four? I'm getting a bit busy with my train. The voice of someone who had seen and experienced a lot, "Excuse me young sir. One among others, though a little more influential than the others.Īs my eyes were still scanning the news in the paper, my thoughts were interrupted by a very harsh voice. She really looked as if her life had no worries or challenges. She looked well dressed, well fed and well rested. I turned the page of the newspaper and a familiar face appeared before me. How was I to know, for it was none of my business. Perhaps he hadn't found his real berth or had lost his wife. Shaking his beard and glancing at his wristwatch, he looked around as if trying to figure out where he had arrived. Just one person among others.Īs the clock struck 5:30, an elderly man just a dozen feet away from me seemed lost.
Sometimes it's hard to believe that all these people have thoughts, feelings. People were arriving and leaving at a steady stream and it wasn't even the worst rush hour yet. The train station was crowded in all directions. Unfortunately it's solely translated by a electric translator so please ignore possible mistakes or weird phrases. I would be really glad to get some feedback. Most books I have read take a really long time before anything actually happens but thats not necesarily what I would want to do. I just want to get a general idea about how fast stories should progress. I know that it sucks a lot and I will suck for a long time and practicing takes time. I have never written fiction before and wanted to start practicing. So I don't know if the pacing of my story is too fast for readers to potentially catch up with it.
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