The train ride wasn't so bad. A bit cold. Four hours later he picked up his bag with slightly numb fingers and joined the stream out the doors.
The apathetic grey light had shown him a succession of factory backs, train junctions and bland suburban stations. Stepping into the chill flouro of the main building he felt a bit let down.
So much for the glamour of the big city. He'd travelled light, and shouldering his bag he exited onto Spencer St.
More grey, the grey of the sky reflected in the grey of the street and the derelict looking buildings. Grey reflected in the faces and drabness of the pedestrians parting around him.
He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, half wishing he hadn't made the trip alone. So many people, and not one familiar face.
He crossed the road. Billboards covered the former hotel thickly. Stopping to read, self-consciousness drove him to walk on as people trickled around him.
Somewhere to stop and gather his thoughts. He didn't even really know where he was. Looking up the street he could see tables with some hardy patrons braving the chill.
Time for adventure. Time to live dangerously.
Feeling like a kid at Christmas, he walked up the street. Into the shop. Quick look at the menu to check they have it.
"Yeah, hi. Can I get a cappucino?"
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Very short short stories.
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