In in mid-October Eureka Street published a non-fiction piece about a train station conversation.
Here’s how the piece begins:
A stranger approaches. Melbourne Central train station, a Saturday afternoon. Heading towards 4.30pm.
‘Excuse me,’ the young man says quietly. I meet his brown eyes, behind his spectacles. We stand at right angles to each other.
Pondering how many coins I have in my pocket I note the man’s tidy dark hair, neat olive T-shirt, well-fitting jeans, and coloured sneakers.
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