Today was such a rush, all she could do was spray her body and clothes with her mother's perfume, cover her tangled hair with a black beanie and pull on her old boots and grab her ratty bag and run to the train station. A distressed mother wasn't looking after her child, didn't tell him to stay behind the yellow line, the tan line on her ring finger signified that she was going through a divorce.
The little boy had fallen onto the railings just as a coal train came into view, looking around quickly to see if anyone would help. No one noticed. Gwen threw her bag and sprinted towards the little boy, she dropped down and picked the kid up and tossed his back up on the stand, she was just about to get up when her fucking shoelace got caught. Of all things her fucking shoelace just had to get caught, she struggled to get her boot off but the train hit her side-on; her body rippled in pain and as her world faded black she heard the cry of a baby.