Dag 1589: The Missing Boy

Some time in the 1970s

As had happened on so many recent occasions he found his morning car journey to the train station was taking too long and he was in danger of missing the train. He had only missed it once in the last few weeks, resulting in an hour wait for the next one, but if it had been on time every day he would have missed it more often than he made it.

The journey was generally mostly free flowing but there were 2 potential bottlenecks that would determine whether his stress levels were going to rise or whether it would just be a forgetful journey where he could think of other things.

The first was a set of traffic lights near the start of the journey. Some days they would be on green when he arrived and he would sail through, other days the queue would be so long that it would take up to five sets of green lights before he got through and he would need to really put his foot down to get to the next one.

The second was a set of traffic lights near the station and, again, some days the queue of traffic here was as minimal as good synth music and on others it wasn't. The big stress inducer at this set of lights was the fact that if the driver looked back over his right shoulder he could see the railway track gently curving round on the magnificent viaduct. If the train should appear on this bridge he knew he had about 5 minutes to get through the lights, park the car and get onto the platform.

Viaduct obscured by taps - 1982

The journey on this particular morning started badly as the queue at the first set of traffic lights was longer than it had been for a long time. When he finally got through it was twenty past eight, which meant he had 18 minutes to get to the station. If there was no queue at the last set of lights he might just make it, but he didn't feel hopeful. The only hope was that the train would be late again.

He drove flat out and arrived at the back of the queue at the final lights with 5 minutes to spare. The queue was longer than it had been for a while, but there was no sign of the train so it looked like it was late and he had a chance.

Each time the lights changed about 4 or 5 cars got though and he inched closer to the front of the queue. By the time he got to the front the train still hadn't appeared on the viaduct and he could relax a bit as he knew he would make it. He switched from listening to Radio 4 to the cd player and listened to the track he was currently trying to write some lyrics for. He had recorded the basic backing tack and need to finish making up some lyrics for it. The song had originally been called On The Other Side, but once the chorus lyrics had been written it had to be renamed Half Life. All that was left to write was the second verse, but this was proving stubborn so this track was getting played alot during the daily car journeys.

As he drove into the car park his mind was still a blank and as he walked down the path to the platform he was relieved to see a fair number of people waiting so he knew the train had not managed to sneak across the viaduct when he had been looking the other way.

Most people on the platform seemed to congregate around the shelter in the middle of the platform so the extremities were usually empty. His habit had always been to walk to the far end of the platform and enter the train at the door nearest the front. He was usually the only person entering through this door and would usually find a free seat with ease, though lately the train had been more full and he more often found himself having to share a seat.

The day before he had entered through this door as usual and as he walked down the carriage he saw that there was not a single free seat. He had walked through the next, and only other, carriage and found it had many free seats so he had picked one and wondered if he would have been better getting in through the back door of the train in future.

So this morning when he noticed to his surprise that there was quite a crown of people at the far end of the platform he remembered what had happened the day before and decided to wait at the other end of the platform.

After a few minutes wait he entered through the back door of the train and was the only passenger to do so. He looked up the length of the carriage but didn't see any free double seats. He walked slowly up the carriage trying to scan for a free seat while also trying to think which of the partially occupied seats he would take. He stopped by a group of 4 seats facing a table on his right, noticing that the seat facing backwards nearest the window was taken but the other free were empty so he could take the one facing forwards nearest the central aisle without having to jockey for foot space with anybody else. He almost sat straight down, but instead spent some further moments standing by the seat while looking to see if there was a better seat further down the carriage.

He didn't see one and as his eyes worked their way back over the seats he suddenly realised he was looking at someone from his past sitting in the group of 4 seats on the left side of the carriage. She was sitting in the seat facing backwards by the window and was looking down into a book.

A ghost from 1982?

He realised that he wasn't sure what to do next. As he had been standing by that seat for so long a) she must have noticed him and b) it would look a bit strange if he suddenly walked off to find another seat. So he sat down in the seat he had been standing next to and took out his iPod, while deciding what, if anything, he should do next. It took him a lot longer than usual to decide what he was going to listen to. He knew he wanted to listen to something from that era, but he also wanted it to be something that reflected how he felt at this moment. He chose The Durutti Column live in Bruxelles and as the journey progressed and the music flowed into his ears it exactly complimented the way he felt at that time.

He then took out his PSP so he had something to focus on and played that while making sure that the only time he looked up was to look out of the window on his left side.

As the live version of The Missing Boy flowed into his mind the train began slowing down as it approached Leeds station and the sun suddenly broke through the clouds. A feelling came over him that at that moment all was right with the world.

As the train had filled up, as it stopped at each of the stations on its way to Leeds, he had needed to move to the window seat to make room for someone to sit next to him and when it finally stopped it was completely full of passengers.

He decided to wait until everyone else from his immediate area had left before he stood up and as he walked down the passageway towards the exit he got the impression someone was standing on the platform by the door as if waiting for somebody to the get off. He hurried a bit as he went, but then he came to a bottleneck of passengers. Someone was struggling to get an over sized suitcase down from the rack and it had become jammed. After a few agonisingly slow moments the suitcase became free and the passengers began moving again.

He was the last one to get off the train and as he turned his head and looked to the left and save for the people who had just got off the train in front of him, the platform was empty.

The end of the line

He wondered if she had any idea that a band she had once played with had released their debut single a few days earlier or that is was available for sale here.