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I knocked on Lydia's front door and waited the morning sun was coming into the Square Lydia's old man opened the door and stared at me with bloodshot eyes what do you want? he said is Lydia coming out? I asked who wants to know? I do why? wondered if she'd like to see the trains I said why would she want to see trains? he said gruffly she likes trains I said he looked beyond me at the block of flats behind   who said she likes trains? she did I said I work with fecking trains all day she's never said about trains before he said looking at me again his eyes trying to focus we often go see trains I said we went  to Waterloo train station the other week he closed his eyes rubbed his hairy chin and breathed out a beery flavour LYDIA he bellowed suddenly I stepped off the front door step and stood gaping at him LYDIA he called again he opened his eyes and stared at me I detected life behind the mask Lydia came to the door and peeped under her old man's arm this kid wants to know if you want go see fecking trains he said gently his voice silky do you? she nodded her head yes can I? she asked he looked at me as if I’d just stolen his wallet trains? he said steam trains I said yes steam trains she said we like watching them he raised his eyebrows and looked down at her under his arm resting on the door jamb ok ok if you want go see trains go see trains he said and wandered off inside leaving Lydia and me looking at each other Waterloo again? I asked what about Victoria station? she said ok sure I replied and she turned around to go get her shoes inside.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
TRAIN SPOTTING WITH LYDIA.
I knocked on Lydia's front door and waited the morning sun was coming into the Square Lydia's old man opened the door and stared at me with bloodshot eyes what do you want? he said is Lydia coming out? I asked who wants to know? I do why? wondered if she'd like to see the trains I said why would she want to see trains? he said gruffly she likes trains I said he looked beyond me at the block of flats behind   who said she likes trains? she did I said I work with fecking trains all day she's never said about trains before he said looking at me again his eyes trying to focus we often go see trains I said we went  to Waterloo train station the other week he closed his eyes rubbed his hairy chin and breathed out a beery flavour LYDIA he bellowed suddenly I stepped off the front door step and stood gaping at him LYDIA he called again he opened his eyes and stared at me I detected life behind the mask Lydia came to the door and peeped under her old man's arm this kid wants to know if you want go see fecking trains he said gently his voice silky do you? she nodded her head yes can I? she asked he looked at me as if I’d just stolen his wallet trains? he said steam trains I said yes steam trains she said we like watching them he raised his eyebrows and looked down at her under his arm resting on the door jamb ok ok if you want go see trains go see trains he said and wandered off inside leaving Lydia and me looking at each other Waterloo again? I asked what about Victoria station? she said ok sure I replied and she turned around to go get her shoes inside.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
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