moments

Moments: A Journey on the Outside

The clicking and groaning of the train distracted me periodically from the hushed whispers being spoken by the two ladies sitting opposite me.

Even though I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, I couldn’t help myself. It didn’t matter anyway, I didn’t understand them. It took me a while to realise that they were speaking some form of broken spanish. And even when I did figure it out, they had noticed me looking and had decided to speak wholly in Spanish from that point on. Not that I minded, because I was half sure they were talking about what I was wearing. A skirt with a single cardigan, boots and a body warmer. I knew my mother would be in my face, giving me a right earful when she saw me dressed for warmer weather, but I couldn’t care less. Even though I knew I should as it was pushing a measly 4 degrees Celsius that day in London and I wouldn’t be too happy in an hour or two. But I would get over it soon enough.

Anyway, we had arrived at the last stop and it was time for me to get off, so I could stop worrying about what I was wearing being analysed in Spanish.

My phone buzzed twice with the arrival of a new message, it read:

From: Mama
Subject: (there was none)
“G, you don’t need to come, it’s been sorted out.”

Hm, well, I wish she had told me that before I had left the comfort of my bed quite hastily for the crippling cold of the streets. And yes, I’ll admit it now, my finger and face – if nothing else – were popsicles of ice by that point. A part of me wished that I’d had a small temper tantrum, refusing to leave home to help her, that way I wouldn’t have left so soon and would have saved myself the trouble of leaving in the first place.

I quickly typed a reply back to her, mentioning none of my dismay and accenting it with two ‘x’s’ before sending it. I looked around, trying to figure out what I wanted to do. Glancing up, I saw the signs directing me to the Central Line, so, I walked up the stairs at Stratford Station. I might as well take the train to the library if I’m out.

An instant later her reply arrived with a ping and a vibration on my phone.

From: Mama
Subject: (again, none)
“Love you G, God bless you”

I guess that’s mum in a nutshell because you can’t be annoyed at her when she says things like that. I typed a reply, just as quickly:

From: Gina
Subject: (none)
“Love you too, Ma. Take care! 🙂 xox”

And with that, I made my way onto the Central line, getting off at my designated station.

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