Train Station Folks

I love people in train stations, they're either blurs through boxcar windows or statues waiting to get somewhere. I once attempted to write a story about two people who met in a train station, but like most of my literary endeavors it lacked a plot and didn't go anywhere. Your story has to go somewhere if it's set in a train station. So, when I saw a most interesting boy sitting in the Eurostar station in London, I imagined his trip back to Paris. Imagined him reminiscing the whole way about his English adventures... and I invented reasons he'd come to London, lovers he'd left in France, and new faces he'd met in the U.K. I pictured a few souls mourning his departure in downtown London flats and French souls anxiously awaiting his return... then the mourning souls turned into brief aquaintences he'd knock horns with and was now running away from the trouble he started in a foreign country and the anxiously waiting souls were anxious because they didn't want him back. Aso I'mnd the story twisted and turned like this for a while till I couldn't make a decision on his story and settled to just paint him... but I couldn't capture him the right way either... so I'm perpetually frustrated over a boy I don't even know who I took a picture of in a London train station....