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Story: London Blackfriars ~ Platform 2

Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  Date: 2nd January 2016 Head down, zipped up in her stylish black leather jacket and with her grey-blonde pixie cut hair being blown by the brisk wind, she searched deep into her green plastic bag for her snack. As if searching for gold, she dug deep in her bag bringing out the already packaged salad and a few other items, even from a distance you could tell were expensive. She found the snack, a savoury pastry from the looks of things. It had been a long day for her, but fun nonetheless. Earlier in the day she had lunch with her friends, yes the same friends that had supported her when she found out that her husband had prostate cancer. They had been her support system then and they remained her support system now. Since her husband’s passing this would be the first time the …

Story: Peckham Rye ~ Platform 3

Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  Date: 29th December 2015 Pecks (no pun intended) and muscles at 90° poking out of his seemingly tight coat, but he didn’t care – for him it was about swag. Back in June she had said he didn’t have any. Black beenie hat protecting his head from the welcoming South London December breeze, he checked his messages, none from her. He scrolled down his Instagram feed. She just posted a selfie, location Lekki, Lagos, Nigeria – her usual Christmas trip. She always knew how to have fun. Missing her, he sighed while holding back his brown thumb from double tapping her selfie. Such approval in the shape of a heart would have meant much more than just a like and he didn’t want to appear stalkerish. A long day’s work was written across his face and at the age of 31 the wrinkles by his …

Bring Back Our Girls

? It has been twenty-eight days since the bad men came to get us from school. I do not know where we are right now because we are blindfolded whenever we are on the move, ever since senior Jumai tried to run away the second day after we were taken. She had managed to get past the guards at the entrance of the camp where we settled and started running into the forest, but somehow they found her and brought her back. She was screaming so loudly I was so sure my eardrums would burst. “Please, oga, I will never do it again, please don’t hurt me!” She kept saying, with tears streaming down her face. But her tears did not even seem to register with the man who was dragging her back in to the camp grounds. The man who brought Jumai back was scary looking. He had an unusual face, with blotchy patches of skin. It looked like his skin was peeling off. I remember Mama saying some people were not content with the…