Kelly

Kelly stands among the regular commuters. Steam pouring out of their bored mouths. They are all suits and trouser suits. Kelly isn’t, Kelly is different. She is wearing her school uniform. She goes to school by train. It seemed very grown up when she started, now it’s just normal.

The train pulls in. Everyone gets on and fights for a seat, even though there are enough. They all want the seat without anyone sitting next to them. Kelly doesn’t fight for a seat. She is only going two stops, so she just stands. She doesn’t want to get involved.

At her stop, she steps off the train first while people seem to take an age to make it to the door from their seats. By the time they get to the door people are already trying to get on.

Kelly walks down the platform. Normally, she doesn’t stop, she has her purpose. Normally, there isn’t anything particularly interesting on the platform. But this morning she stops.

She sees a man, a father, with his son. His son is about five, and dressed in school uniform. His son is bawling his eyes out. He doesn’t want to go to school, his father is trying to reason with him, telling him all his friends want to go to school.

Kelly doesn’t quite understand why she does it, but she wanders over to the two of them.

She bends down to talk to the boy.

“I’m going to school. Do you want to come with me?”
“Yes,” the boy says.

Kelly puts out her hand.

“What’s your name?”
“Michael.”

Michael put his hand out to meet Kelly’s. Michael’s father mouths, “Thank you” at Kelly and then he turns back slightly towards the trains to check when his next train is. As he does this, it seems to Kelly, that he has left her world and he’s back to being a regular suit.

Kelly turns towards school, Michael turns with her and they walk towards the exit.

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