THOSE AWAKE... 


By Tessa Harvey


Imelda leaned towards the darkened window of the train. She saw her face reflected there as they sped through a long tunnel.
    She saw a tired middle-aged face and knew her beauty was fading rapidly. Almost overnight the slim young woman seemed to have become one of the almost unnoticed people. She no longer drew glances from seemingly interested people but no longer minded.
    Time had robbed her of many illusions, but for years she had turned her mind from bitterness. The past was just that. Passed. Sure, she carried scars. Who didn't have hurts and regrets?
    Now Imelda prayed to God for people. The young man she saw loved to time his leap onto the train, the chance of danger however slight obviously appealed to him. Why today had he almost missed his step?
    The cleaning lady wondered what had then made him frown. His face appeared softer, sadder for a few moments and he almost seemed to see the others around him, albeit briefly.
    So she prayed that God would touch his life, then she left the train and went to work.


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