the station

The smell of the coffee is still in her nose although she left the little kiosk already a few feet behind her. She looks around the enormous hall of the station taking in the atmosphere. People rushing from one train to the next, no one notices the man chancing the huge posters on the platform right next to the bench where an old lady is knitting a blancket. She is almost ready and the blancket covering her legs seems to be warming her. Today she is not in a rush. On a normal day she would have been just like the business-man who is now running down the stairs to catch the train. The doors close in front of him and she can hear him curse under his breath. She walks further through the station and sees the shop assistent standing in front of the shop chatting with a guy who is holding his coffee casual in his hands. She passes them and goes outside. Today she will walk home. Definitley it wasn´t such a bad idea to resign. For all she cared another person could take her jobs as the senior partner in the bank.