waiting for the train

It was dark already in the town where colour had long been forgotten. The station had been deserted for years. And barbed wire now surrounded whatever life had been left inside. A small hut had been placed on the platform with a bench outside. A man was sitting on it smoking a cigarette. A woman in stiletto heels and a cheap fur coat, with shapeless legs wrapped in pink tights , was dancing to music only she could hear. A young girl was calling home on her mobile. And a man had turned his back on everything, his front pressed against a derelict wall, to relieve himself.