It was a humid day in Singapore. It was going to rain soon, and the crowds were clamoring to get as close to the trains as possible. However, in spite of the rush to get onto the trains John knew that he was not going to face any difficulty during his own journey. The first train would take most of the crowd away and only about a dozen people would be left.
These people lived in the less exclusive part of town in spite of having jobs in Central Singapore. Their commute was longer and lonelier. The train arrived and the crowd entered in a rush. The doors closed and with that, the train was gone. All that was left were the same dozen people that John traveled with every day.
None of them would try to get into the compartment that he had set aside for himself as each one of them sought out solitude. However, something was different today. John looked around and saw that there was a woman among them, one that he had never seen before in all of the years he had spent traveling on the Singapore Rapid Transit.
He had started to get used to the fact that he was going to be alone during his trips to the suburbs in which he lived. She was absolutely beautiful, with a slender body and milky white skin. The wind made her clothes hug her figure, and he could see that in spite of being slender she had curves that were a joy to behold.
There was just something about this woman that made her so enticing. Perhaps it was the wistful manner in which she looked at the setting sun. She was standing right next to John a little far off, but even from the distance he could see a deep sorrow in her eyes. He was curious to say the least. He wanted to know the source of this sorrow.
