Jakk

Michelle stood on the abandoned platform, her long brown hair flicking aginst her face in the breeze. Taking off her jacket she draped it carefully over the rusted bench that stood behind her. She spun on her heels stopping facing the track to the east of her. It had clearly been many years since any train had made its stop at this point, the grass had grown up through the old track bedding, the rails had turned shades of orange and red, slowly decaying in the face of the elements, whilst the station had become home to all manner of small creatures and plant life. In between the concrete slabs that bordered the platform, weeds had e