|This is the entry for flash fiction contest and the words words need to be in the story are: velvet, ocean, race. Total words count: 282
It's rat race of lesser mortals, porters running to get the baggage from the passengers.
He is a coolie no. 73, he doesn't have any other name... apparently! He eats on platform, he sleeps on platform and he knows he is going to die on the platform as well.
Well not a bad place to die, atleast he'll get people praying for his dead body, do you know how many people prayed for his half brother when he died? Don't worry even he doesn't know! That's why railway platform is much more death friendly place. Death is the only truth of life, it is sure that it'll come and here it comes...the train comes and with it a ocean of humanity.
He is a sworn animal lover, in fact he love animals so much that he want to feel them inside himself and so in dinner only eat chicken, mutton, beef whatever he can find, today after getting high on marijuana during day time itself he want to feel train inside himself as he is sworn train lover as well.
He is standing at the end of platform, shouting
"I'll jump in front of train if I didn't get..if didn't get.." well he is not sure what he wants , then suddenly a hand, smooth like velvet grabs his right hand.
It's beautiful girl, she looks straight into his eyes, he can see love, mercy blah..blah.. in her eyes(even though he is on high), for the first time he feels love at first sight earlier it was always lust at first sight.
She opens her mouth and speaks
"Is this platform number 3?"
He nods though he doesn't care if it is platform 83, he keeps on looking at her when she leaves his hand and he falls down in front of train.
Don't worry train is not moving!
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