Well what can I say apart from a masshoosive thank you to everyone that continues to vote for me, I really am very grateful and thanks to you, you and especially you with RSI I am through to the next round.
So here is the next story,
Beep, beep, beep, a loud shrill of the alarm clock goes off announcing its 7.00am, a hand untangles itself from the bedding and fumbles for the snooze button silencing the alarm for a second time. Almost as if in an instant the alarm emits more loud shrills impatiently, this time the alarm is successful and wakes the occupant of the bed.
Matthew, groggy from a fretful night’s sleep musters the energy to slide to the edge of the bed, he stretches, sighs and heads off to the shower to see if that will refresh him.
Half an hour later a refreshed Matthew emerges from the shower, he checks his watch and notices he has time for a much needed coffee before he needs to leave for the train station. As Matthew enters the kitchen area of his small flat he notices a letter on the work surface, hesitating he stops momentarily before picking the letter up. Matthew knows the contents of this letter off by heart, the contents have turned his world upside down.
A beep from his phone brings him back from his thoughts and back to reality, he is reminded that he needs to get to the station. Matthew gathers his things, throws on his jacket and heads out of the door.
Arriving at Kings Cross station Matthew heads to one of the automatic ticket collection machines, checking his phone for his booking reference he types in the number and patiently waits for his tickets to be printed. Tickets in hand he checks his seat reservation details and heads over to the concourse to check what platform his train is leaving from. The station is busy for a Saturday morning so he finds himself weaving in and out of travellers stood with their eyes fixed on the departure board.
An announcement is made, “The 8.35 to Leeds will depart from Platform 8”, Matthew heads off again checking his seat reservation details. He joins the swarm of people heading down the platform until he reaches coach D where he boards the train and finds his seat. Matthew checks his reservation again, he was sure he didn’t reserve a table seat, he didn’t want people around him or to feel the need to make small talk. With a sigh he takes his seat, looks at the 3 other seats, 2 are also reserved for the entire journey, he thinks to himself, I will move once we get going.
Matthew hears a commotion and looks up, 2 servicemen approach him, Matthew mumbles under his breath, “Please let them walk past”. It’s not Matthews day, he sighs as they announce these are their seats.
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