M. A. Hunter - The Woman on Platform 8

No good deed… goes unpunished.

I first saw her on the platform on my way home from work a few weeks ago. She had an aura about her that made people stop and stare. Then I saw her again. And again. Our twice weekly commute into London Waterloo insync. She was always so poised, so pretty, so perfect.

Everything I’m not.

In my head, her name’s Lucia, and she’s a glamorous catwalk model from Milan who commutes from Winchester to attend casting calls in the city. But this morning she’s late, barely making the train as the doors close. She doesn’t take her usual seat, instead staying close to the doors…

Then it hits me – she looks terrified.

I don’t know why I do it, but I promise to keep her safe.

But I shouldn’t make promises I know I can’t keep.

Because my life isn’t as picture perfect as I like to pretend, and I can’t stop wondering if maybe I’m not the only one pretending…

Trigger Warning: Anxiety; intrusive thoughts; violence and crime; abandonment

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