[parts of a story]

The train's hynotic rumbling took me too far. I was past my stop and in new unexpected surroundings. The weathered platform slick with recent dewy drops. I gazed out the window. "If leaving the train here mind the step down to the platform." The beginnings of my reverie interrupted. I gathered my worn bag which loyally hugged the shiny laptop inside. There was no need to rush, people were still slowly and tentatively making the jump from train to slippery platform. I edged down the carriage, running my hands over the smooth velour interior, raising my eyes to meet his gaze.