Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
“Jenny! They treat these things seriously these days!”
“Come on Gerald! It is just a short leap!”
Jenny and Gerald stood on the railway platform. Their local train, they just left, drove away.
“If you insist, but wait until our train is far away enough so he does not block our view!”
“Sure, Gerald! I don’t want to risk my life! By the way, I did it tens of times a year when I was younger!”
Now here was the problem. Jenny and Gerald’s car was parked at the opposite side of the railroad. But in order to reach their car, they would have to walk down the platform, three hundred meters long, take the crossing, and walk back nearly three hundred meters. In order to go to a car that was parked only twenty meters away from where they stood. All they had to do was watch if the crossing would be safe. Visibility was no problem. In both directions, the railroad was running straight and flat for kilometers long. At clear weather, one could see a train approaching from many minutes in advance. Jenny had done it hundreds of times when she was younger. It saved minutes. Many people did, those days. It was strictly forbidden, one could get a big fine, but nevertheless…
Jenny was an average ‘woman next door’. Not quite tall, neither skinny, apparently not standing out, but with a determined look. Mature enough to know that life does not always keeps its promises, but not too old for giving up already. Life starts only at forty, right? And what else do you need for that start, than a mix of a little stubbornness, a good observer, pragmatic, the and with the heart on the sleeve. Practical! So why make a detour, when you target is just across the track?
“All right, Gerald, it looks safe! Come on!”
“Are you sure there are no….?”
Gerald, who had already conformed to accept life as it came, knew that there are occasions when resistance is futile. He had since long time accepted that it had no use to argue with his lovely Jenny about certain issues.
Jenny descended from the upper end of the platform, down to the railway level. With a few steps she was over the double track. Gerald reluctantly followed. He knew the railroad security took these offences more seriously, the last years. Meanwhile, Jenny had reached the other side, she stepped on the platform and moved to the exit to the parking.
It was only when they almost had reached their car, that they saw the railroad security guards step out of their van.
“Sir, Ma’am! Could you stop please!”
Jenny took her cell phone and dialed a number.
“Mom! Can you get Elisa from school please? We could be later! Don’t worry!”
“Can you put away that cell phone, Ma’am, and both of you come with us please!?”
(to be continued)
“Come on Gerald! It is just a short leap!”
Jenny and Gerald stood on the railway platform. Their local train, they just left, drove away.
“If you insist, but wait until our train is far away enough so he does not block our view!”
“Sure, Gerald! I don’t want to risk my life! By the way, I did it tens of times a year when I was younger!”
Now here was the problem. Jenny and Gerald’s car was parked at the opposite side of the railroad. But in order to reach their car, they would have to walk down the platform, three hundred meters long, take the crossing, and walk back nearly three hundred meters. In order to go to a car that was parked only twenty meters away from where they stood. All they had to do was watch if the crossing would be safe. Visibility was no problem. In both directions, the railroad was running straight and flat for kilometers long. At clear weather, one could see a train approaching from many minutes in advance. Jenny had done it hundreds of times when she was younger. It saved minutes. Many people did, those days. It was strictly forbidden, one could get a big fine, but nevertheless…
Jenny was an average ‘woman next door’. Not quite tall, neither skinny, apparently not standing out, but with a determined look. Mature enough to know that life does not always keeps its promises, but not too old for giving up already. Life starts only at forty, right? And what else do you need for that start, than a mix of a little stubbornness, a good observer, pragmatic, the and with the heart on the sleeve. Practical! So why make a detour, when you target is just across the track?
“All right, Gerald, it looks safe! Come on!”
“Are you sure there are no….?”
Gerald, who had already conformed to accept life as it came, knew that there are occasions when resistance is futile. He had since long time accepted that it had no use to argue with his lovely Jenny about certain issues.
Jenny descended from the upper end of the platform, down to the railway level. With a few steps she was over the double track. Gerald reluctantly followed. He knew the railroad security took these offences more seriously, the last years. Meanwhile, Jenny had reached the other side, she stepped on the platform and moved to the exit to the parking.
It was only when they almost had reached their car, that they saw the railroad security guards step out of their van.
“Sir, Ma’am! Could you stop please!”
Jenny took her cell phone and dialed a number.
“Mom! Can you get Elisa from school please? We could be later! Don’t worry!”
“Can you put away that cell phone, Ma’am, and both of you come with us please!?”
(to be continued)