Station Agent
Here I am! Take a look! The smallest person in the world on my way to the convenience store. My short legs are walking by themselves. Right, left, right, left. I’m holding my business suit beside me. It’s hot these days in the year.
Mostly I enjoy walking by myself in the village but this time I was absent-minded. This obstinate guy, Joe, had put my head in to hard work. Why does he take every chance he gets to disturb me? What does he want? I’m sure he just wants to make fun of me just because of my length. Yes! I’m a dwarf! What’s so special with that? Where ever I go people stare at me like they’ve seen a ghost. There are people who take pictures of me like a cute little monkey. I’m neither a monkey nor a ghost. I am a human! A human who wants to be alone. I’m tired of this circus where I’m the highlight.
Almost there I think. According to Joe it should be here somewhere. Yes, I used his voluntary kindness to find out the nearest way to some sort of store where you can buy your bread and butter. I just hope that he didn’t trick me out in the completely wrong direction. It had happened before.
There it is. He was right. It was a really small building but I can surely find what I need in there. It’s not much. A bell rang when I stepped inside the store. A middle aged woman looked up from the desk. And like so many times before her eyes became big as she had seen a ghost. Ignore the old woman I think to myself. Do I have everything now? Bread, butter, cigarettes and beef-jerky. No, I almost forgot milk. I’m walking to the freezer and grab the milk. At that time I’ve got dazzled by a lightning. In the hands of the lady behind the desk there is a camera. Quickly I pay for my stuff and leave the store.
On my way back home I take another way. I follow the old railway track. This is what I like. Tracks. And even more the trains on the tracks. I like to just sit down somewhere near a railway track and look at the trains passing by. Just look. As long as I can remember I have been interested in trains. at the train-club meetings, we can sit for hours and talk about different trains and watch movies about trains.
Finally home! In the little house of my own. My old friend who recently passed away left it for me. He was a stationmaster. Actually he was my only friend.
The building is very small. Other words it’s perfect for me. I sleep on the couch and have a little table to eat on. Otherwise I do not spend much time in here. I like to stay outside and watch trains as you already know.
I’m very tired now. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s morning coffee from Joe. Maybe I should thank him for helping me to find the convenience store.
