Central Station is a very busy place. Hundreds of thousands of people pass through every day, milling and scurrying like ants, silently cursing each other under their breaths, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
I was working at Global Corp, (lucky me). Every weekday morning I would take the train to the City. I would arrive at Central between seven and eight in the morning, and take a ten-minute walk to the office. In the afternoon, I would leave between five thirty and six thirty, and head for Central to get the train home.
And every single time, she would be standing there, facing the ticket barriers just inside the main entrance. “She”? A bag lady, street person, homeless person, if you prefer. She would be standing there in her regular spot between the fast food place and travel agent, back to the wall so she didn’t get in the way of the people rushing to and from work. Next to her would be a battered and buckled old brown suitcase gaping at the seams, and a supermarket shopping trolley containing—I assumed—her possessions. There were bits of cardboard, plastic bags full of god knows what, empty bottles, a bright yellow rubber duck (of all things) and, bizarrely, a stack of crumpled paper napkins printed with the words “Mikonos Cafe. The taste of the Aegean”.
She could have been anywhere between thirty and fifty. She had the gaunt and haunted look of a junkie. Her clothing was old, tattered and dirty. Her hair was long and greasy and had not been combed or brushed or washed for many a month (year?). Every time I saw her, which was twice a day in the working week, she had bright red lipstick smeared inexpertly, gruesomely on her lips and ...
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