Trains, Among Other Things
"Stesen berikutnya; Ara Damansara. Next station; Ara Damansara." blared the faceless voice over the speakers. The little boy a few feet away from where she stood began to cling on tighter to the metal pole as the train began to slow down, his tiny feet almost losing balance. Thank God for his mum (or so she appeared to be) who held his arm just in the nick of time. The doors slid open, letting more passengers out than in. Unlike earlier this morning, the station was rather deserted. No queues of people on either side of the door. No hot breeze gushing into the train compartments too. Well, it was 11.15pm after all. As she watched the mother and son having a little chat about aeroplanes, her phone buzzed in her right pocket, waking her from her reverie. Before she could even reach for it, she knew half as much as she could guess who the late caller was. "Hey." "Hi. Just checking in to see if you got off work ok." Hearing his voice brought ...