Station

The flat face of the train station was a separate construction from the ornate arched doorway into which an automatic door had been built. Approaching, this is all that could be seen, the greater expanse of the building hidden by roads turning off into suburbs and industrial sites, a car park closed off by high woodchip boards. The entrance to the station home to a shifting set of protesters and occupants who marked the ground on which they stood with chants and shouts and cries in a variety of languages, all half heard, all bleeding into the station proper. These cries snaking through like birds nesting overhead. They christened those who passed through this entryway to the country with a din, no voice of any tone heard over people waiting. Popular phrases of people able to speak, history without a country. The clock in the centre of the front façade was five minutes fast, those entering under its angular design were faced with a tangled mass of exposed girders crossing arms overhead, the ceiling opening to the sky where white sheets of dust fell, everyone operated on a different time anyway. Large groups of people stood, waited with one hand on a piece of luggage or child or leant their elbows on surfaces and rested their head in their open palm so that their face was pushed into the centre of their face and they looked as though they were asleep.

Ellel pulled a large suitcase on wheels, her right hand red and raw under the strap of her shoulder bag that rested on her shoulder. The family all carried weight, Jake and Josh following behind. Ellel heard the sound of her suitcase through her wrist, the room sounded like the birds were chanting underwater, no one’s mouth seemed to be moving.
—Okay, right. Is everyone okay?
—Yeah. Josh said.
—Good. Ellel looked down at her son and smiled.
—I’m going to find out when our train leaves, how long we’ve got to wait for the next. Ellel swung up an arm and pointed generally to one of the offices. —Right do you want to put the stuff just out of the way for people and I’ll be back in a sec. Okay? She smiled and exhaled in mock exhaustion. Josh started following Ellel but Jake called after him, stepped up to him and held him by the hand.
The journey had been the journey, tired and nauseous over looped farms that bore into the land, like every revolution before them, until they reached the countries where many people of the city chose their home, the country preserved. But that had been a moment isolated. At the station Ellel felt different and proud. They would tell her the times, tickets validated, they would no longer have luggage, Josh would run ahead, walking with no ground beneath them, she was already moving, they would say have a nice journey, her son would be drinking from a one point five litre bottle, he would go the bathroom by himself, she could make a choice about letting him. Suddenly he wasn’t with her but was present as a thing himself, not dead.
—Excuse me, do you know your commitments this month?
—Sorry? Ellel stopped abruptly and pulled the strap of her bag up her neck and smiled at the old man.
—There’s only a few days left to submit to your charities and we’re really at a push to get things off the ground. We will not see a repetition of last year, we would like to make a real difference this time.
—Excuse me?
—Last year hundreds of children in this county alone were put into housing. Across the entire country these figures are unforgivable. We know that those in the suburbs won’t stop having children, whether this be due to lack of education or poor parental planning, so the least we can do is support them when they end up having to make these tough decisions.
—Okay, yeah.
—Even if the parents scrape the money together the quality of life for the child is never going to be good. If we make enough money we plan to set up a scheme to bring these children into the city as early on in infancy as we can, even those with the severe defects, and at least give them a chance with a proper family.
—Yeah.
—Without the proper education we have people coming to the city and on occasion we have even seen traces of these genes in inner city children. These people don’t know the affects they are having. Some of them simply can’t know.
—God.
—Yes, some cases were reported as recently as last month. It’s just fun for them.
—…
—It’s shocking.
—Yes, it is.
—Would you be interested in one of our films? It’ll tell you more about our support, there are two documentaries and music videos also.
—I’m sorry I’m in a bit of a rush at the moment.
—You’ll learn so much and really be able to figure out your place in such a unbalanced system.
—I think I’ll probably just look on the internet at your website or something, can I find out there?
—Just a small donation is enough and you can learn from these professional recordings regardless of your current stance, we are all capable of learning.
—I’m sorry, I’m really in a rush at the moment. I’ll look it up.
—Just a small sum.
—Goodbye.
—Okay, have a nice day.
—You too.

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