Selfie Stick

"So like, I went to 'JB HI-FI' the other day and picked up the cooooolest present for Jase for his birthday! Check this out!", says the brown haired girl as she sits in the café opposite her friend.

She pulls out a black pole shaped object from her bag.

"Ohh cool!", says her friend enthusiastically. "What is it?".

"Oh my god, it's the coolest thing ever right!"

"Really??", says the friend excitedly.

"So you just like put your phone on the end of it here-"

"Yeah"

"And see this button on the handle here?"

"Yeah"

"Well you just like press that and it takes photos with your phone!"

"Oh cool!" says the friend, mildly surprised.

"It's a 'selfie stick', I've been using it heaps! So you can take selfies and no one can see your arm stretched out and you don't accidentally drop your phone!", says the brown haired girl.

Meanwhile, my girlfriend and I are trying to keep down our lunch and trying not to laugh whilst listening to this sick.

"Wowww! That's so awesome! I've never thought of that!", says the friend.

"Oh my god I had the best day of my life the other day! I took a thousand selfies with it. The day I got my selfie stick was like the best day of my life!", said the brown haired girl.

"I thought it was for Jase?"

"Oh. Yeah it totally is, but I just like, use it when he isn't, that's all", says the brown haired girl, slightly defensively.

"Oh my god, also do you remember Lisa from school?

"Yeah"

"Yeah well, she commented on one of my selfies on Instagram the other day and was all like "nice selfie stick!", haha. That's so funny, she must use one too I guess!"

The Australian Dream

As everyone is sitting down minding their own business and trying not to have anything to do with each other, he walks in with a speaker, and a microphone attached to it. I don't know why he thinks that this sort of thing would work here in the eastern suburbs of Melbourne, he obviously has not thought this through.

                                             

Ah, he doesn't seem to be able to speak English, that would explain why he does not realise this will work here.

In Spanish, the almost middle aged and balding gentleman begins to sing for money. Starting with the all time favourite "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper.

It is almost immediately obvious with that he does not understand the words that he is singing, and that he has simply remembered the sounds that are made within the song.

"When da berking day is none! Gurs dus wan na haf funnn"...

Good on him for trying I thought. He's probably come here in an effort to find himself. You know how it is, work on the farms, pick some cherries and strawberries, meet a girl, sing some music, go on a road trip. Probably going for that whole idea of a romantic get away to a foreign country so he can lose himself in order to find himself and then lose himself again.

Good on him I thought. Please the people, entertain them with your funny renditions.

Oh what? Why is he walking around to everyone? No. God damn it. I knew he'd want money for this, he wasn't good though. But I can't tell him that, plus he can't speak English anyway.

He did make me laugh in my head though. But look at all these irritated business types, I don't want to encourage this.

Actually maybe I should encourage him. Screw the business types, they need to chill out and have some fun, not be so uptight.

I don't know if I have any coins on me though.

I'll just check my wallet quickly, he's getting closer.

Crap. I don't have any coins. He's seen me!

I can't put it away now, or he'll think I changed my mind.

He wasn't worth a note though. Far out, I don't want to look like an ass hole.

I'll just give him a $5 that I got from when I broke that $20 earlier.

Crap! I spent it! I really don't want to give him my $10.

He's waiting for something.

Screw it, just take my god damn money. Should I ask him for change?

The Big Game

A once dapper man. A friendly man. A loving man. Now becoming an old man, about 60-70. Wearing his red and white team colours with pride, and watching his granddaughter with even more pride. The old man seems well kept and looked after. His granddaughter, no older than 8 wears the same team colours.

"Granddad, why was everyone so happy if we lost?" she asks, with obviously no clear understanding yet of a football game.

"Well there was two teams, you see. We are on the Swans team because that is what we chose, and a lot of other people are on the Hawks team. The Hawks team won the game, so all the Hawks people are very happy", he says with a hint of resentment.

"But that isn't nice of them to be so happy when we are sad. Why don't they feel sorry for our team?" she asks him with a mild tone of despair.

"Well, sport can often be bad like that when lots of people love it. People get very excited about who wins", he answers. "All the Hawks people might be wondering why you are not happy for them because the won."

"But I am happy for them, but I really wanted my team to win because it is my team", she says sadly.

A lady sitting next to them in the same team colours chimes in and says positively "Never mind about losing. It is only a game after all, plus we will win lots more games next season!", in an attempt to lighten the little girls mood.

"I guess so. But I might not go to the other ones that they win at. Anyway, I am happy that the Hawks won, but I wish we all got to be as happy as they are", she says dismally. "It isn't fair!" she continues while crossing her arms.

"It isn't fair is it, love" says the granddad, "But unfortunately that's just the way it happens sometimes. We can't win every single game, or that wouldn't be fair on all the other teams, would it?", he continues.

"I guess so", says the little girl, leaning her head on her Granddad's arm.

"Don't worry about things like this, honey. You are too young to let it bother you, wait and until you have everything else in your life sorted out", he says to her wisely. "And by the time that happens, you'll realise how unimportant it truly is, anyway".

"Don't you think it's important, Granddad?", she asks.

"It's only a game sweet heart. I enjoy it and I find it exciting, but really it is just a game and it isn't very important unless you are the person playing it. People should not get wound up about things that are so trivial", he says.

"What does that mean?"

"Trivial? If something is trivial then it is not important, and not a serious thing to be concerned about", he answers her.

"But why do lots and lots and lots of people love it then if it isn't important?", she questions.

"Well, that's because they enjoy it. And it takes their minds away from other things that are more serious and important to worry about", he tells her.

Upper Middle Bogans

She has way too much make-up on for a mother. I know she's young, but seriously? She must be single, she must spend more time on herself than with her own child. I guess that's her mother, she must get it from her, talk about 'mutton dressed as lamb'. That poor kid, can't they see he's just thrown up all over himself?

She is wearing blue 'jeggings', skater shoes and a top that's way too tight on her ex-baby belly. Not to mention her bleached blonde hair with black tips, and overload of make-up, and the infant in the pram. Then there's her mother, she looks slightly more... classy? I would not call her classy though. An upper-middle-bogan, to say the least. She's wearing jeans that are too tight, a top that's too small so her muffin top is showing, but she somehow pulls it off so it doesn't seem totally awful.

"Helloooo my beautiful darlin' boy! You are just bloody adorable, aren't you?", says his mother happily. "Say g'day to Nanna!".

- She still hasn't cleaned his chuck -

"When d'ya reckon he'll start talkin', Mum? I hope he isn't like undeveloped or anythin".

"Oh don't be silly darl', he's a bit young to start talkin yet.", she says comfortingly.

The girl gets her face in close to her son and makes kissing noises.

"Oh! That's adorable honey, let me get a photo of the two of ya together like that", says her mother excitedly.

"Awh just wait a sec, would ya? Let me clean him up first Mum!" she says in a rush. "Okay go ahead, don't take it if I look ugly though".

"Oh that's beautiful love, look at that!", she turns the phone around and holds it up so her daughter can see.

"Nice one Mum, I literally look hot in that! Can you send it to me? I wanna put it on my Instagram!", she says with a burst of excitement.

- She doesn't even know how to use the word 'literally' yet. Why on earth does she have a baby? -

"He really is beautiful, love. Hurry up and find a boyfriend already so you can give me a little girl too! You'd have beautiful girls honey!", says the girl's mother encouragingly.

"Well what about Shannon? You said Margo and you were gonna set him up on a date with me ages ago", she says to her mother defensively.

"She said he might be seeing a girl from his old high school now. I reckon he's just scared of the commitment though", says the mother speculatively.

- Wow! Am I actually hearing this? -

"God! Men are such pricks Mum. I don't know how you didn't split up with Dad earlier", says the girl angrily.

"That's right darl', they are pricks! And a prick is all they are good for. And that's the only thing they know how to work too!" she says with a laugh.

"God that's disgusting Mum, don't talk about that stuff!".

"It's only natural my love, you should know that by now!".

Because You Had A Bad Day

She stepped on to the carriage, pushing in front of her a trolley full of personal belongings. Baggy jeans, baggy shirt, black and blue around her left eye, dirty hair. She struggles to get the trolley over the gap between the train and the platform and almost loses everything. She is on the phone to her Mother, she obviously isn't having a great day, and she's trying to do something about it.

"I've just gotta get me self outta there ya know, Mum? I can't be there any more, he just isn't good enough for me these days", she says loudly.

"Yes Mum, I'm on the train now. He's at work, he's gonna get the fright of his life when he finds out I ain't there."

"Ya know Mum, this really isn't as easy as I thought it would be, I feel like I'm gonna cry 'cause I'm so pissed off with 'im! I just dunno what I'm supposed to do now! I can't stay at your house forever! Where am I gonna go?!", she says with distress.

"I didn't realise how bloody dependent I was on him until thinking about it now!"

"Yeah I know. I've gotta collect myself, I'll be there soon, I'll ring ya when I'm 10 minutes away. Thanks Mum."

She hangs up the phone. She begins to look through one of her large red and white plaid laundry bags for something. Eventually she pulls out a man's 'Ford Racing' cap and turns it over in her hands, inspecting it slowly. Presumably it belonged to her now ex.

She wears the hat for a few seconds and then puts her head in arms, on the edge of her trolley and begins to swear under her breath about the man she had just left.

"Do you want to talk about it, love?", asks an older woman with permed white hair.

She looks up at the older woman, teary eyed and while she wipes them with her hand she says "That's really nice of you darl', but I don't think it's really any of your business, is it?"

"Oh. I was only trying to make sure you're okay", she says, taken aback.

"Well I'm fine alright? I don't need to talk to anyone about it, I've got it under control thanks", she says abruptly.

"Well! When I see a lone woman crying to herself in public, I feel compelled. I apologise if I've offended you!", she says defensively and articulately. And with that, she turns around and stares out the window.

The woman rings her Mother, and sure enough 10 minuted after gets off the train. As the train is stopping, she gets up to get out, she hesitates to do something. Eventually, she builds up the courage and taps the older woman on the shoulder to apologise.

"I'm sorry about before, mate. Obviously I'm having a rough time, I really appreciate you trying to help me though. It's made me crappy day a lot better", she says softly.

"I'm glad I was able to help", says the older woman with a smile.

And with that they part ways, presumably never to see each other again.

Cows In The Meadow

How adorable he was, his white jumper, his blue overalls, his red sneakers, his red beanie and matching scarf. Sitting next to his mother on the train, with a grin from ear to ear, trying to contain his excitement for the fact that he is about to have his first train ride.

"Mum, Mum, Mum! Is it going to go really fast?" he asks her excitedly. "Do you think we are going to see cows like Dad said?", he added.

"Yes Tom, we are going to go fast!", she said with a laugh at her son. "It will be like an airplane on the ground! And we might see some cows, but we will be going very fast so you have to keep your eyes peeled for them!".

"Whoa! Will it really be that fast? Mum! Mum! The train is moving!" he squealed with excitement.

She laughs at her son and looks at him proudly as he stares out the window and watches everything going by.

"Wowww! What's that big thing called?", he asks while staring at a big piece of machinery enxt to the railway line.

"I'm not sure honey. But can you see that big hole in the ground there? That's called the Quarry. Do you know what they do there?"

"Corey?! That doesn't look like him!" he says with a squeal of laughter.

"Haha, no not Corey, a 'kw-or-ree' you silly boy. Do you know what they are?"

"'Kw-or-reeeeee'. Nope. What is it?" he says curiously.

"That's where they dig huge holes in the ground! And they find all types of treasures in them like diamonds, and coal, and limestone and even oil sometimes!", says the Mother enthusiastically.

"OIL?! Yuck! Is that the oil they use at McDonalds?"

"No no, it's a different type of oil. This oil can be used for cars and other machines. We don't put that kind of oil in our food. Not even McDonalds does that!"

"Do we use different oil?" he asks.

"Yes, we use Olive Oil. That comes from Olives, not from giants holes in the ground."

"LOOK, LOOK, MUM, MUM, MUM, THERE IS COWS OVER THERE! Wowwww!" He yells while running to the other side of the carriage to get a better view of the animals.

"I love this train, Mum! Can we always go on this train?"

"Well, I'm not sure about this one, but we can go on trains more often. Now that Dad is working in the city we can visit him more often at work and take a train to see him.", she said gladly with a big smile on her face.

"I can't wait to see Dad! Are going to have lunch with him? How much longer until we get there?"

"We are indeed going to get lunch with him! What would you like to eat? Sushi? It will be a little bit of a long time until we get there. Almost a whole hour!"

"Whoa. Is that a long time? Yeah I love Sushi! Sushi, sushi, sushi!" He says excitedly.

"It can sometimes be a long time. If it takes an hour to blink, then it is a VERY long time, but if it takes an hour to go to another country on a plane, then that is VERY quick!"

Sister-hood

Pre-pubescent children are always kind of awkward. They look awkward, they dress awkward, they act awkward, they think awkwardly. And in a world where they seem to be growing up much earlier than ever, it is humbling to see a child that still hold an innocent and naive mindset.

She was 12 years old, and she was on the train with her older sister. On their way out to the annual Melbourne show, it was the girl's first time going to the Show and she was very excited. She must have been at that awkward period of growing up, she was wearing pants that were too tight in some areas, too loose in others, and her jumper was too big.

"I'm sooo exciiited", blurted out the girl.

"That's good!", replied the older sister excitedly. "You will have sooo much fun there".

"Really?! Thank you for taking me big sis", she said looking up at her sister with a big smile.

"Yep. I remember going there when I was your age. I would go on ALL the rides I could, and pat ALL the animals, and I would eat and eat and eat until I felt sick".

"I'm so excited to go!", she said and then paused for a good few minutes.

"I love you so much Tayla", she said blatantly, looking up at her big sister with a smile again.

"Thank you very much" she replied with a smile. "I love you too".

"No, but I REALLY love you. And I love hanging out with you and I love talking to you", she said very matter of factly. "You are my best sister".

"Aw, that is very sweet Brianna. I love to spend time with you as well".

The younger sister, Brianna, began snuggling up to her sister and leaning her head on her shoulder with a big smile.

Other girls of roughly the same age, stared her down and whispered about her. They were on their way to the Show as well and believed they were much cooler since they had no guardians, at least not in sight anyway.

Children.

Strange beings.

They almost all have a significant level of innocence and naivety, however some seem to embrace it more than others, whilst some seem to reject it.

"Taylor? When we get home, can I sleep on your lap while we watch Up? I love falling asleep on your lap".

"Of course Brianna. I love you when we do that too".

"Are we going to have a fun day today?"

"Definitely! 

Soul Searcher

He suddenly appeared one day, I had never seen him before and now I see him every time I have classes. I'm not sure what he does with his time, maybe he is enrolled at the university, but that is the only place I ever see him.

A very tall man, easily in his forties. Balding, almost all the way, dresses badly and wears big glasses. The first time I came across him he was wearing a bright purple jumper, Hawaiian print 3/4 length board shorts, and big hiking boots. He walked past me, awfully closely, much closer than most people do if they have the choice. He stunk, of body odour and dirt. He burped, that stunk of food and body odour and dirt. He proceeded to sit down near me and burped loudly once more, before making a phone call.

I'm ashamed of the way I judge these people before I know what their situation is like, however I did not realise that he wasn't quite right until he began talking on the phone and had an obvious speech impediment. He is loud, smelly, abrupt, obnoxious and does not have a decent sense of personal space, however he does seem like a friendly person. Maybe it is the array of naivety and innocence about him when he interacts with other people.

Another time I encountered the tall man, I walked past him while he was sitting down waiting for a train. He threw his burger wrap onto the train lines and then asked me yelling, "G'day mate, how are you?!". I probably looked offended but quickly replied to him that I was good and asked him how he was, but he was already over the conversation by that stage and didn't respond. Another couple of people soon walked past him and he also stunned them by yelling greetings at them as well.

He was catching the same train as me, and as he stepped on to the train with his bicycle beside him. He made eye contact with a petite young woman whom he must have found attractive, and sat opposite her, unintentionally blocking her in with his bicycle.

"Hello! How are you?!", he said to her loudly.

Looking partly stunned, and taken aback she replied with a quiet "Good. How are you?".

"Yes. I am good. What's your name?" he said abruptly and loudly.

"My name is Katie", she said uneasily.

"It's nice to meet you Katie. You're really, really pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?".

Katie's face dropped, and she did not know how to react. With that, she smiled awkwardly at him and squeezed past his bike and sat next to an older woman at the other end of the carriage.

The man did not seem bothered, and proceeded to make a phone call and yell at the person on the other end of it. He is relatively harmless, but he scares people. He is constantly trying to make friends. Good on him. 

A Day On The Town

Stepping on to the train after class I wonder where on earth I'm going to find a seat since peak hour has just started, 45 minutes of standing, I can't stand that. To my avail, I find a 'special needs' seat free for sitting.

"I have a special need. A need to sit", I think to myself.

"Plus, everyone else has had plenty of time to grab them by now, they obviously aren't in need".

As I sit down, I look around at the people on the carriage and get comfortable and I feel as if someone is staring at me. I then notice the other special needs seat opposite me, facing me. A man in baggy blue jeans, old sneakers, a baggy jumper and shortish ruffled blonde hair is looking at me.

I make eye contact with him for a slightly longer amount of time than what is comfortable, and he still refuses to look away, so I get to reading my book. It's The Hobbit, I never read it as a child.

I can still feel the man staring at me, not getting a proper glance before as it was only brief, I feel compelled to check again and see if he is actually staring at me. Sure enough, I look up from my book across the carriage and the same thing happens. We make eye contact for a long time and then I give in and feel intimidated.

"He must not be quite right".

I get back to reading my book once more and I can still feel him staring at me. I try to ignore it. I find it funny, probably because I'm intimidated and nervous, so now I'm try not to laugh, and trying not to stare back at him.

Of course I give in again and look up. I start by looking at the people near him, hoping that maybe he will look away if he sees that I'm now more animated. Nope.

As I stare back at him, I realise the person next to him is also staring at me. I look at the man sitting next to him only to realise that he unfortunately has Down's Syndrome. Upon making eye contact with the second man, he is less brave and rapidly breaks eye contact with me by whipping his head around to his left, quite violently. This makes me want to laugh even more. Not at his misfortune, but at his reaction, and at the fact that I thought I was being targeted for some violent crime of mugging.

It has now been 6 stations of him staring at me non-stop. Upon the 6th station, and many more exchanges of stares between the three of us, a woman and man wearing 'Monkami' logos walk over to them and get them ready to disembark the train, and are followed by several more people with disabilities.

Relieved I wasn't going to be attacked by someone with anger problems, I pondered the situation and realised that they must have been on an excursion to the city.

"Good on them", I thought.

"They were probably more scared of me than I was of them".

Young Love

She is in her finest dress, yet she doesn't look too formal, maybe it's just one of her FINER dresses. Patterned with blue and white flowers, and shiny dark brown hair with a pink head band and new red shoes. She smells pleasant.

He is wearing blue jeans and black suit shoes that don't quite go with them. His nicest white shirt which is greying slightly, tucked in with a 'skate belt', and finished off with a blue tie. Hair is spiked up high. Smells of too much deodorant. 

Awkwardly quiet, awkward smiles, pulling awkward faces, they must be on a first date. Why on earth did they sit next to me?

"So...", he says slightly under his breath, staring at her wide eyed and smirking.

- Idiot, he's going for the awkward slash cool angle, that's my thing, I don't want to see how bad it really is -

"Yeah... so... are you excited for the maths test on monday?", she says inquisitively.

"Ah, no. Not really. I think I'll be okay though, how are you feeling?".

"Really hungry! I'm excited for dinner!", she says positively.

"Oh no, I meant about the test for maths", he says while laughing.

"Oh... right. Yeah not so good".

"So what do you think of Ms. Harris?", he asks her.

- Come one man, get off the school topic, you do that every day when you're at school. This is your chance! -

After a minute or two of silence passes he asks her "Oh did I show you this new band I found? They're gonna be at that festival next year".

"Nah I don't think so, who are they?".

"Lamb Of God, I'm really getting into them lately. They're 'groove heavy metal'".

- Yeah, that's right, thrill her with your knowledge of the difference between rock-metal, metal and heavy metal. Oh man, I can't stay here much longer -

"Oh. Nice name? I don't really listen to much of that music...". She says quaintly.

"They aren't too bad though!", she quickly adds after seeing his face lose its brightness slightly.

"So what kind of music do you listen to, then?", he asks defensively as if she couldn't possibly listen to anything else.

"Mainly just the stuff on the radio, whatever songs they're playing on Nova100 that I like", she says happily.

"Lucky we're going to a movie then and not a gig!", he says proudly.

- Good one. Show her how snobby you can be about other people's music tastes -

She looked offended, but quickly changed the topic anyway.

"Dinner should be good. I've heard that 'Meat and Wine Co.' has great food!", she says uneasily.

"Yeah I've been there once before with the boys, it's got the best steaks. I'm gonna order a huge T-bone I think... or a parma, their parmas are massive! Or maybe pork belly if I'm feeling fancy enough!", he says with a laugh. "What do you think you'll order?".

"Umm probably something with vegetables".

"Eating healthy I see?"

"Um no, I'm just a vegetarian".

- Good one buddy -

Stay In School

As I step onto the carriage I can hear her clearly speaking. An older lady, well older than me anyway and most likely in her late 30’s or early 40’s but she looks much older and her skin is well worn. She is wearing a tight fitted black and white striped zebra patterned dress, with old dirty black boots, and old dirty black hair, and an old dirty black scarf.

“I’m only tellin’ ya ‘bout it ‘cause I used to get bashed by me boyfrien’ when I was about your age, en I din’t do nuffin’ ‘bout it for too long a time, ya know?” she says screechily to a young girl sitting on a seat near her, in much cleaner and brighter clothes.

“I’m just tryin’ ta warn ya is all”.

The girl responds quickly and sternly, “Look lady, it’s not my problem, okay?”.

“I was only after two minutes of ya time mate, I’m just tryin’ ta ‘ave a conversation”.

“Yes and I don’t want to know about it. Please stop talking to me”.

“I was only wantin’ two minutes of your time to explain this to ya”.

“Well I don’t want to know about it, and it isn’t my problem” she says even sterner than before, after which she quickly stands up and walks through to the next carriage in a huff.

“I just wanted to talk to ya. Ya bloody rude little mole”.

As the train has not yet departed, people are still walking into the carriage. After about 20 seconds of the dirty woman entertaining herself, three young men of about eighteen years of age walk on to the train and sit in front of the dirty woman.

“Ow’re ya goin there boys? You on school holidays or what?” – By this point the train had begun moving.

“Hi, no we’re just on our way to uni” replies one of the boys.

“Awh righto, you goin to Swinburne College or somefin’?”

“Yep”

“Awh right, and how old are ya?”

“Ah, we are all 18-“

“- I’m almost 19 though” says one of the other boys.

“Awh yeah, that’s cool. D’ya smoke pot? Ya don’t look like the type to smoke pot”

“No I don’t”

“Yeah I din’t fink so. I bet ya don’t smoke cigarettes either. Do ya drink?”

“Um, yeah I sometimes drink”

“That’s good mate, that’s how ya wanna be doin’ it. Sounds like you’re doin everything right in life. Are these blokes ya hang out with alright or what?” She says questioningly.

“Haha, yeah they’re good guys”

“Oh, well that’s really good mate. Keep doin that and you’ll go far in life. I never went to college myself, so that’s good you’re doin’ that though, I dropped out when I was only 15 cause I got pregnant. I’m gonna go back soon though ya know, and do something good with me life, ay”.

“Yeah… that’s a good idea”.

“Yeah I fink so mate. Anyways, good talkin to ya guys, stay in school hey”.

“Uh yeah, thanks… bye”.

The Girl In Yellow

She looks nice enough, normal enough, kind enough, friendly enough. She's wearing a bright yellow dress, she has a brown handbag over her shoulder, and she has long brunette hair - she's in her late teens or early twenties.

It's peak hour when she steps onto the carriage, the train is overcrowded, and people are trying to keep to themselves in an effort to get home without any hassles. 

Two young men in their early twenties are standing in the carriage as well, talking to each other about music. The girl in yellow chimes in and begins to tell them about a new band she has discovered recently.

"Do you wanna hear them? I'll play them for you. I love this band so much man, they're a lot like Rammstein but like one hundred times better", she begins spouting enthusiastically.

"Oh uh, that's okay you don't have to play it, I don't really like Rammstein", says one of the young men.

"What? Nah you'll love this band, they're so hectic. I just love listening to them when I'm pissed off 'cause they just sing about shooting people and cutting people and raping people. It's awesome angry music!"

The girl in yellow then begins to play the music from her mobile phone.

"I don't listen to any music like that, that's actually completely opposite to the music I like. Can you please turn it off? I think it's bothering people", says the young man rather sternly.

"Fuck them, they are all dick heads any way. Like this guy!" The girl in yellow proceeds to eye off a bald middle aged gentlemen in tradesman clothes. "You're such a fucking asshole mate! You didn't like me right from the second you saw me back on the station platform!", she begins yelling at the bald man.

"That's because you were playing your ridiculous music back there too", the bald man states rather sternly.

"Some people actually like this fucking music you narrow-minded prick!" yells the girl in yellow.

"That's fine, but it's very loud, and you're bothering everyone in the carriage. I suggest you turn it off, okay?"

"Or what?!" she yells, by this point getting up as close to him as she can in an effort to intimidate him. "Are you going to punch me? Fucking hit me, you prick! Hit a girl mate! I know you want to!".

"My god you are a beast, take a look at yourself", states the bald man to the girl in yellow.

"I fucking dare you to hit me mate! See what fucking happens then!".

The train comes to a halt at the next station and the bald man proceeds to walk past the girl in yellow and to the carriage door.

"OH! Of course you fucking get off at my station! You're fucking following me, aren't you? This is fucking harassment. Can everyone see this?" she screams.

As she steps off the train, she walks past a young man with a Mohawk who says under his breath "Fuck, you're crazy".

The girl in yellow proceeds to step off the train, then looks back at the young man with the Mohawk and yells, "Go deep throat a fucking chainsaw you cunt!".

The doors close and the train leaves her for the bald man to deal with on the station platform. She looks nice enough, normal enough, kind enough, friendly enough.

A Place To Stay

At the station at the end of the line, he awaits his small venture to arrive only a few suburbs over. While his visit here is only temporary for now, he is hopeful it will become more permanent soon.

As he sits in the carriage in his sloppy tracksuit pants, sneakers and t-shirt, he appears - to the bystander - to be pondering something serious such as his existence, or something equally as important like what he is going to do today.

"G'day Tommo! How are ya mate? It's John, long time no talky hey!" he says cheerfully. He has begun a conversation on the phone to whom it seems may be an old friend, whom he potentially has not spoken to for quite some time.

"Yeah I'm doing alright mate, could be better. How are Sheryl and the boys these days? Not causing too much shit I hope!" He says with a laugh. "Yeah she always has been a bit of a fiery one, hey".

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"Good to see things have improved for ya though brother. It really used to get me down when you were havin' that rough patch a while back"

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"Ohh not a whole lot really mate, just the usual stuff. I'm in town at the moment actually. Uhh, well I'm actually calling ya 'cause I need a place to stay for the next few weeks. Just while I sort out a place to live ya know, just waitin' for the--".

"Yeah. Yep. Of course I know that Tommo. Come on mate, you know I get along with her much better these days. Ya know I'd only be askin' for ya help if I really needed it".

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"Tommo, that is all in the past now mate. I'm your brother in law from out of' town for god's sake".

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"It'll only be for three weeks".

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"Yeah I promise. Well look, have a talk to Sheryl about it and let me know what she says. I don't have anywhere else to stay mate. It'll just be until I get back on my feet".

"You know I really appreciate this Tommo. C'mon mate I'm your brother. I don't like bothering Sheryl much, I swear I'll be out of your hair in no time".

"I owe you big time brother. Give us a call back when you've cleared it with her then".

"Cheers mate. I'll talk to ya soon."

"Seriously Tommo, thanks for this mate".

A Daughter's Love

She stepped onto the carriage wearing a beautiful navy dress, red shoes, and white leggings, following behind her is her guardian quick on her heels, ensuring her welfare and mood, carrying a suit jacket on a coat hanger in one hand and a bag of children's necessities in the other.

She is obviously used to the idea of trains and has been on them numerous times before, so she quickly looks for a place with two seats.

Promptly, she finds a place, she then takes a look back at her father for his agreement, then looks forward at the seats again. She gauges the height of the seat, gets herself ready, and then begins to ascend the climb up it. To his surprise, she has not located these spots for herself and him, but rather for herself and the flowers she is carrying.

"Come on then, move over so I can have a seat too", he says demandingly, wanting to rest his arms.

"But Dad, I need to lay my flowers down on this one", she tells him very matter of factly. And begins to sprawl five precious flowers that she chose to pick earlier.

He laughs and looks down at her rather proudly. Smiling, he sets his bag down, hangs his suit jacket on a coat hanger on an over head hand rail, and sits down in the seat behind his beloved. Resting on his arms on the back of her seat, and his chin on his arms, he compliments her sprawled out seat flowers and stares at her proudly once again; all the while apologising to people for his hanging suit jacket on a coat hanger.

"Dad, what are we going to have for dinner today?" she asks, obviously entrusting her entire world to him.

"Your mother will have something planned, I am sure of it" says the guardian, ensuring her trust.

"But what will it be, Dad?"

"Oh I don't know, some vomit, probably!" he says while laughing.

"Vomit?! Ew! I don't want vomit!" she spouts, with a high pitched cackle at the end. She looks at him with an innocent amusement and asks ever so seriously, "How many stops 'til we get home?"

"Only two more, we will be there very soon I promise", he reassures her.