The old lady came through the fog into the light. She wore a white coat, she was straight and lean, very imposing although rather short.
Her steps were firm, she walked towards the train stopped on the right platform.
It was dark outside, the light from the lanterns on the platform was making something resembling a halo around the group of people gathered to say goodbye.
The people knew each other. There was a lingering sorrow and excitement in the air.
The old lady joined the group. She did not talk much. She kept looking at her daughter, her eyes luminous and wide open. She smiled slightly, embracing the picture of her daughter with her two boys. Everyone talked in a bit of a whisper, as if talking loudly would break the moment.
The train signaled loudly.
The daughter, her husband and the boys hurried. They hugged everyone, the old lady lastly. There was no emotion, no tears. Hugs, goodbyes, another signal. The daughter and her family went up the stairs, into their compartment. Last signal and the train is moving. Last precipitated hand waves, last sight.
The old lady’s stature broke, her shoulders came forward.
She sat down. She started crying.
She never saw her daughter again. She passed away the following spring.
Daily Prompt: Ripped from the Headlines
with regard to headline –William Hague and Kenneth Clarke clash over EU immigration