Nameless

“I won’t be able to make it” read the text on my phone. “It is no big deal anyway”, I wanted to say. Before I could answer, the next text popped up. I could not read it properly trough the cracks on my lower screen. “Got held of on the train” it said. She is texting unusual, like she is in a hurry. “What happened?”, I asked awaiting another small inconvenience that would prevent us from meeting again. I prepared to tell her that it was fine and that she would not have to worry about it as the next text appeared with a dull bell sound. The speakers were damaged to the point where every sound this damn thing made was muffled and sounded like the screeching of the trains breaks I hear from down at the harbor every day. Unlike them, I couldn’t get used to the ringtone which just made me feel a light shiver. Again the cracks in the screen made it hard to read the message. But what I read felt like a very bad excuse. It read “A corps was found in one of the train compartments”. This did not shock me. I have seen corpses before and with my own eyes as well. What made me feel uncanny tough was the absurdity of this excuse. I was sure of it. She just did not want to see me again. After all it was not the first time she had canceled. To be fair, I did so to one time but I just did because she did so often before and I did not want to seam clingy. But I was. I was so much that after 10 minutes with no text back I was packing my things and got ready to visit the train station to see for myself what happened. I took a look trough my flat. It was not messy but I should maybe tidy up again some time. I thought the same thing as I left for work this morning. The last sun rays of the day fell through my window, from which I could see the busy harbor in the west. I left my flat and slowly stepped down the first of four staircases. It was a burden sometimes, getting up here after a long day of work but I did not really mind. I was always good a food and I had to. I did not have a car nor bike. And I did not want one. Having to walk always had me busy and sometimes you want to be busy. It was a 20 minute walk to the public transport train station. It was to the north and unlike the trains form the harbor I did not hear them from my home. As I stepped out of the front door I was waved goodbye by a far screech from the trains breaks. While on my way I checked my phone frequently for another text but none arrived. The 20 minute walk took me only 15 as I was used to it. After arriving I stuck my phone in my jacked. Of course the track on which the train with the corpse arrived was closed off by the police already but I knew that from the beginning. I dealt with it before, there Is always a way to enter and in this case it where the tracks it self. I knew there was a hole in the fence a few hundred meters down the tracks. I sneaked trough and strolled down the gravel besides the railway. Around my path were a lot a trees and bushed so no one would see me. A hundred to a hundred and fifty meters before I would have reached the train I took a last look at my phone. No text. As I shut it off, so no one would hear the muffled ringtone, I took a last glance at the name on the top of my screen. Cindy.