He just stood there waiting at the platform. He couldn´t understand where she was, maybe she forgot about it, or maybe he just couldn´t find her. Maybe she is on the other side of the platform? Who knows? All, he wanted to do right now, was to see a rose in a jacketpocket. He scouted the whole area around him and then went a few steps forward, and then scouted again, and so on, until he found her, he agreed with himself.
The clock was nearly 8 pm now, and he hadn´t seen her yet. Where could she be. John went up the stairs to the ticket collector, who stood in a little tower. John asked him nicely, if he could borrow the microphone. The ticket collector was a little sceptical in the start, but after a long talk, John could borrow the microphone. John said “Ann Staffport where are you? Please come to the ticket collector tower. If you want to see me”.
John thanked the ticket collector, and went down the tower. A few seconds later he saw the rose. An almost shinening red rose. It was her. Ann, is it you he asked, the woman replyed “Yes John it’s me”. She was a little girl about 170 cm tall and she wasn´t fat or anything she was perfect. She was simply beautiful.
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