At half past nine in the morning a man in a crumpled grey suit who obviously stayed out far, far too late last night stumbles onto the platform and slumps onto a bench. His head lolls forward as his will to stay awake dissolves in the fatigue washing over his body.
As he dozes a small, odd-looking man with pointy ears seems to appear out of nowhere, creeping up to the sleeper and peering at his clothes. He pulls a slightly battered flower out of his pocket and squeezes a couple of drops of a gooey substance out of the end, using a finger to dab it gently onto the sleeper's eyelids. He wipes his fingers on his trousers, mutters something under his breath and retires to the far end of the platform.
A few minutes later a station assistant notices the man sleeping on the bench and walks over, gently shaking his shoulder to wake him with a "Sir?". An ecstatic smile spreads across his face as he looks up at her...
Posted by mpk at July 8, 2004 9:02 PM | TrackBack