A Helping Hand Chapter 2
As the older lady had sat down, not quietly, the wealthy lady looked up at the intruding person, not happy!
I went into a corner and sat, waiting, watching!
The two ladies soon fell into conversation; the minute’s ticked by excruciatingly slow.
It was then I noticed that we all had company…
He was a smudged face lad of only fourteen, but with a devilish streetwise look about him that marked him a kindred spirit to me, and his quick eyes were darting about taking it all in as he stood outside the paned glass window looking inside the lounge.
I mulled over a budding idea, risky, but it may just be crazy enough to work
It was with the pre-boarding announcement of soon to be departing the train, that I saw a chance for an opportunity to put my idea to the test
The older lady folded up her knitting and clinching her bag, bid adieu to her new friend,( befuddled a little by the old lady’s constant stream of gossip), and headed to use the loo before boarding the train.
I also arose, and followed the old battle-ax out, turning off from the loo’s, and headed out through the baggage claim room, to the exit door.
Circling I found the youth sitting on some crates, looking over a small knife.
I tapped him on the shoulder; he looked around at me suspiciously, and then caught sight of the shilling I was holding in front of his nose!
I quickly whispered a few words into his ear on how he could earn it, and his grin spread as he bought into my story, and a bargain was struck.
I still held onto the shilling as he darted around and inside the lounge, my heart beating rapidly as my adrenalin began to surge through my being as I watched through the window inside the lounge…