Half the sky blue, half the sky grey. The marshland scorched all summer long now drenched with a slight sparkle and a freshness that various birds pick their way through. The sun comes out half way through the run. I didn’t need my jacket.
Limbering up mentally for a shakeout tomorrow. Weather has finally broken, for now at least, and thoughts of moving about are back in abundance.
On the 8:08 train, a woman had her scarf returned to her. She blushed. He lingered but said nothing. The next day they smiled at each other.
It’s a grey, a bleak firmament so placed above.
The train trundles:
And so the commuter, lady, boards in winter wear
And she reclines,
sat on seating available there.
He suddenly, standing, with a misplaced garment,
a curled hairstyle; she reddening, gratified
her garment found!
A pause, dawdling so, gentleman waiting
then wandering away very quiet.
the morning repeated,
a shared look:
That 8:08 morning train to London hung about on platform four; looking up you could spot a cold, wintry sky. This woman, who was sporting a brown coat and black boots, got onboard and ran quickly to find a spot to sit down. Upon sitting down, this guy, with curly hair, stood holding a scarf that this woman had lost without knowing. With a slight crimson glow, said woman said thank you. But this guy stuck around a bit, possibly hoping to say a word or two but didn’t and swiftly split. That following day: both smiling on platform.
The eight-minutes-gone-eight passenger vehicle, direction ‘the smoke’, stopped beside the elevated concrete under grey winter skies. One female, wearing her beige overcoat over darkened footwear, embarked before heading speedily seat-wards. While resting her backside, one male, whose hairstyle coiled, approached her. He held her neckwear she’d dropped unaware moments before. She blushed somewhat, offered her gratitude. He lingered, seemed like he wanted some conversation however, he maintained silence before stepping aside. The next daybreak they were seen exchanging smiles.
The sunrise city service stopped at the station under a silvery sky.
A woman, who was wearing an off-white wardrobe with waders, wormed her way in and went with whip to where waited a window seat. Simultaneous to sitting on said seat she was suited by a swain with spirally strands who sent back her scarf she seemed to have scattered southwards.
Beauty blushed a bit, but blessed the beau. He lingered, longing then lurched off. The subsequent sunrise they were seen sending smiles.
The 8:08 train to London stopped at the platform under a sky as wintry as a frozen windscreen. A woman, who was dressed in an overcoat as beige as a sandy beach in southern climes and boots as black as a river of spilled ink got onboard and moved as quick as a dolphin dancing through the waves to find a seat. Upon sitting down she was confronted by a man, with hair as curly as a bowl of kale who was holding her scarf that she had dropped like a handkerchief in olden day films. She blushed a little the colour of pink sky in the morning and said thank you. He lingered like a pimple, it seemed like he had wanted to say something, but didn’t and walked off as quick as he had arrived. The next morning they were seen exchanging smiles.
The man had returned a scarf she had dropped
Onboard the 8:08 train
But he didn’t speak and away he had hopped
The man had returned a scarf she had dropped
She had blushed and then time had stopped
Then they had smiled the following day
For the man had returned a scarf she had dropped
Onboard the 8:08 train
Get on train
Find a seat
Blush when confronted by man
Say thank you to man
Smile at the man the following day
Get on train
Pick up scarf
Give scarf back to woman
Linger, say nothing
Smile at woman the following day
Da 8:08 train 2 LDN stopD @ da pltfrm undR a wintry sky. A wmn, hu wz dressD n a beige overcoat n blk boots, got onboard n muvD qkly 2 fnd a seat. Upon sittN dwn she wz confrontd by a mn, w curly hair, hu wz holdN her scarf dat she had dropD. She blushed a lil, sed thx. He lingered, it seemD lk he had wntd 2 sa somit, bt didn’t n wlkD off. Da nxt AM dey wer cn xchangin :)s.
(Fade from black) to clip of train rolling into station. (fade to black)
VOICEOVER: “It’s another day on the commute to work”.
TEXT ON SCREEN: From The Consequences of Inspiration…
(Fade from black) to clip of woman watching train as it rolls into station (fade to black)
VOICEOVER: “The wintry sky reflects the ordinary.”
TEXT ON SCREEN: …Comes an astonishing first movie production
(Fade from black) to clip of woman getting onboard train (fade to black)
BLACK SCREEN VOICEOVER: “But today is different..”
(Fade from black) to clip of the scarf falling (fade to black)
BLACK SCREEN ONLY
(Fade from black) to clip of man staring at woman. (fade to black)
BLACK SCREEN TEXT: THE 8:08. IN CINEMAS SOON
If the 8:08 train hadn’t stopped, she wouldn’t have got onboard.
If she hadn’t got onboard, she wouldn’t have dropped her scarf.
If she hadn’t dropped her scarf, he wouldn’t have picked it up, given it back and she wouldn’t have blushed and said thanks and he wouldn’t have lingered awkwardly and then walked off and the following day they wouldn’t have exchanged smiles.
Was eight past eight when came the morning train
As under wintry skies onboard she went
Black boots beige coat played out the so mundane
But this was no run of the mill ascent
For as she got onboard her scarf so fell
without her knowing it was then in hand
A man had picked it up and just as well
For now he went to her and made his stand
Returning it to where she had sat down
A blush, a smile, thank you was sent his way
He stood, quite still and felt much like a clown
Could not utter a word as off he made
When next they met upon their morning trials
They saw each others eyes and traded smiles
Scene ONE (on the station platform)
A train pulls slowly into the station under a wintry sky at 8 a.m. in the morning
(platform / train)
WOMAN dressed in beige overcoat and black boots, not smiling, gets onboard quickly. Her scarf falls off behind her.
MAN following behind bends down and picks it up.
MAN approaches WOMAN who is sat down and hands her the scarf.
WOMAN: “Thank you.” (looking at man, blushing a little)
MAN stands for a couple of seconds, suggests he wants to say something but doesn’t, makes his exit.
(platform the next morning)
MAN and WOMAN exchange smiles when passing.
It was just past eight of the hour and the sky was grey as the train came to a halt. A girl, who wore a beige coat and black boots, got on the train and with haste found a seat. As she sat down she was met by a guy with curls in his hair, who held her scarf that he had seen fall as she got on the train. Her face went quite red as she said thanks. He stood for a while but said not a word and then he went off. The next day their eyes met with a smile.
Oh scarf! belonging to her
on the 8:08 train that morning
you fell gentle from her shoulder
while winter skies were yawning
Yet you were found amidst the rush
And returned by a man who stood a while
in fact lingered for something like forever
Oh scarf, you had made her softly blush
and the next day they at each other smiled
Was it your plan to bring them together?
A woman got onboard the morning train
Dropping her scarf in the process
A man picked it up
returned it to her
a gentle blush
An observer of the event at the time (a male commuter) said that it had happened onboard the 8:08 train. He said that the weather was wintry and that the woman in question had been wearing a beige overcoat. He said that as she had got onboard, she had dropped her scarf and that a man close behind her had picked it up. The commuter continued by saying that there had been a giving back of the scarf just after she had sat down. The woman had apparently blushed and the man, who had curly hair, had been at a loss for words before he walked off. The next morning the commuter told us that he had seen them smiling at each other but no attempts had been made at conversation.
Soon after dawn, under a sheet of cold iron, a brown female rat squeezed into a toilet roll with others of its plague bound for the sprawling metropolis.
When snug, the rat was opposed by another of the plague. This one, a male with a coiled tail was returning her neck wrap, which she had unknowingly abandoned.
Her face, a sudden soft rose left him stuck in the mud, on mute, before he hopped off.
1335 minutes later, two motionless lighthouses were observed beaming at each other.
Fortunately the 8:08 train was on time.
Unfortunately a woman dropped her scarf as she got onboard.
Fortunately she found a seat.
Unfortunately she was confronted by somebody.
Fortunately it was a man who had picked up her scarf.
Unfortunately she blushed.
Fortunately she said thank you.
Unfortunately the man lingered too long and said nothing.
Fortunately they saw each other again the next morning and exchanged smiles.
I inserted the following random words into the story. In order.
(spring / medicine / trailer / bus / madman / well / junk / resort)
The 8:08 train stopped at the platform under a wintry sky. A woman, dressed in a beige overcoat and black boots got onboard with a spring in her step and moved quickly to find a seat.
Upon sitting down she realised she had forgotten to take her medicine that morning as she was confronted by a man who was holding her scarf that she had dropped. It was like a trailer for a film. She blushed a little, said thank you. These kind of moments couldn’t happen on a bus she thought. It had to be a train.
He lingered, it seemed like he had wanted to say something, but didn’t. He felt stupid, like some kind of madman as he walked off. The next morning, surrounded by the junk and debris of everyday life, they were seen exchanging smiles that lifted their spirits for a moment much like looking at beach resorts in glossy magazines does.
scarf fell so
he gave it back and
she blushed, he said nothing, they smiled.
A dropped scarf. A smile exchanged.
The 8:08 train was brought to a stop at the platform under a wintry sky. It was boarded by a woman, who was dressed in a beige overcoat and black boots. Once she was onboard a seat was found and she was confronted by a man with curly hair who had been moved to pick up her scarf that had been dropped by her not a moment earlier. Her face was turned a shade of red by her inhibitions as she said thank you and he was held in a moment of indecision before his legs were used to walk off. The next morning they were seen exchanging smiles.
Using the modal verb should. Their words, My verse.
Everyday should be Friday
We shouldn’t get up early
Everybody should be rich
Broccoli shouldn’t exist
We should go to school for one day only
We shouldn’t go to school
School should last one minute
School shouldn’t have natural science or language
Every school should have P.E on the timetable
We shouldn’t go to Carrefour
(because Dia is better)
* Carrefour and Día are supermarkets.
A: The 8:08 Train to London
A: A Beige Overcoat and Black Boots
A: Curly hair. I don’t remember anything else.
A: She had dropped her scarf. He was handing it to her.
A: He didn’t say anything, but it seemed like he had wanted to.
A: Nothing else, he walked away.
A: Yes, the next day. They were smiling at each other.
A: No, I haven’t
They exchanged smiles. The day before the woman had blushed as a man, with curly hair, lingered while returning her scarf that she had dropped. She hadn’t noticed it fall as in her beige coat and black boots she quickly got on board, under a wintry sky, the 8:08 train to London.
Irregular verbs used: (bring, build, burn, buy, catch)
The house was built
the house was bought
Into the house
belongings were brought
But the house was burnt down
burnt down to the ground
The person responsible
hasn’t been caught.