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Authors: Candy J Starr
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only a few more stops and at least I'd be home and could change into something decent.
When I got to my station, I waved my bag over the barrier gates. I had my transport card in my bag and that should've been enough to swipe it but the bloody barriers didn't open. I sighed then fished in my bag for my wallet so I could get my card out.
My wallet wasn't there.
What the hell! It had to be. I'd put it back in my bag after I went to the ATM. I patted myself down in case I'd put it in a pocket – even though I had no pockets in my outfit. I searched again, pulling everything out of my bag to make sure. It had to be in there but a hard lump of sick-feeling settled in my stomach. Maybe it'd fallen out on the train.
I ran back to the platform but the train was long gone so I stamped my feet and looked for a staff member.
"Well, I can let you out this time but love, if the inspectors were here, they'd bust you for sure." He looked me up and down and looked at the clock, giving me a cheeky grin. "You sure had a big night, didn't you?"
"I'm not fare evading. My wallet was stolen. And I don't want you to just let me through the barrier, I want you to contact a station down the line so they can check the train for my wallet."
The train guy rolled his eyes.
"They can't do that. Most of the stations further down the line aren't even manned. Best you'll get is maybe some kind person will hand your wallet in. You can call the central lost and found tomorrow."
"But my money…"
"Reckon that's long gone. You didn't notice anything drop out of your bag?"
"No. I had it right on the seat beside me the whole time. Unless it dropped out when that woman woke me up."
He shook his head. "Are you stupid? You were asleep and some woman woke you up? Didn't you check then? What are you, five years old? Wouldn't the first thing you did be check your bag?"
"I had to run to catch the other train."
He shook his head some more. "A fool and his money are soon parted. That's what my Nan always said. But here, I'll give you the number to call, just in case. You might get your cards and stuff back. Don't tell me you had other valuables in there? Cancel your credit cards straightaway. You could go to the police but doubt they'd be able to do much."
The bank had already cancelled my credit cards. I only had that cash. And maybe $3 or so in change in the bottom of my bag.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. Why couldn't the police do anything? I'd seen the woman, I'd be able to identify her. They could drag people in and I'd pick her out of a line up. I kicked the wall on my way out. I kicked it hard. Stupid trains. Stupid train people. But it didn’t make me feel better. It just hurt my foot.
I called in at the local police station on my way home but all they did was make me fill in some paperwork and, like the guy at the station, they told me I should be more careful in future. I didn't think that was a very good way to protect the safety and property of the general public but the police officer just said they were understaffed and they couldn't run after every thief who took an opportunity.
That meant I had $50 in wages due to me , and – well nothing. A possibility of some money from the band in the future but nothing at all concrete. I had rent due at the end of the week and, if I didn't pay, I'd be out on the street. I could make sure I wasn't home when they came around. Yeah, they collected my rent in cash. Nothing dodgy about that, nothing dodgy at all. But, even if I avoided them, sooner or later, I'd have to pay or they might chuck my stuff out.
I sighed. When Dad had told me I had to be tough, I don’t think he realized how tough I needed to be. Where was he? I’d done enough. I’d learnt all my lessons. Surely it was time this finished.
If I contacted Tom for a loan, he'd ask a lot of questions. I guess I could call Frank but really he'd been a bit creepy and weird since this happened as though it gave him some kind
When I got to my station, I waved my bag over the barrier gates. I had my transport card in my bag and that should've been enough to swipe it but the bloody barriers didn't open. I sighed then fished in my bag for my wallet so I could get my card out.
My wallet wasn't there.
What the hell! It had to be. I'd put it back in my bag after I went to the ATM. I patted myself down in case I'd put it in a pocket – even though I had no pockets in my outfit. I searched again, pulling everything out of my bag to make sure. It had to be in there but a hard lump of sick-feeling settled in my stomach. Maybe it'd fallen out on the train.
I ran back to the platform but the train was long gone so I stamped my feet and looked for a staff member.
"Well, I can let you out this time but love, if the inspectors were here, they'd bust you for sure." He looked me up and down and looked at the clock, giving me a cheeky grin. "You sure had a big night, didn't you?"
"I'm not fare evading. My wallet was stolen. And I don't want you to just let me through the barrier, I want you to contact a station down the line so they can check the train for my wallet."
The train guy rolled his eyes.
"They can't do that. Most of the stations further down the line aren't even manned. Best you'll get is maybe some kind person will hand your wallet in. You can call the central lost and found tomorrow."
"But my money…"
"Reckon that's long gone. You didn't notice anything drop out of your bag?"
"No. I had it right on the seat beside me the whole time. Unless it dropped out when that woman woke me up."
He shook his head. "Are you stupid? You were asleep and some woman woke you up? Didn't you check then? What are you, five years old? Wouldn't the first thing you did be check your bag?"
"I had to run to catch the other train."
He shook his head some more. "A fool and his money are soon parted. That's what my Nan always said. But here, I'll give you the number to call, just in case. You might get your cards and stuff back. Don't tell me you had other valuables in there? Cancel your credit cards straightaway. You could go to the police but doubt they'd be able to do much."
The bank had already cancelled my credit cards. I only had that cash. And maybe $3 or so in change in the bottom of my bag.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. Why couldn't the police do anything? I'd seen the woman, I'd be able to identify her. They could drag people in and I'd pick her out of a line up. I kicked the wall on my way out. I kicked it hard. Stupid trains. Stupid train people. But it didn’t make me feel better. It just hurt my foot.
I called in at the local police station on my way home but all they did was make me fill in some paperwork and, like the guy at the station, they told me I should be more careful in future. I didn't think that was a very good way to protect the safety and property of the general public but the police officer just said they were understaffed and they couldn't run after every thief who took an opportunity.
That meant I had $50 in wages due to me , and – well nothing. A possibility of some money from the band in the future but nothing at all concrete. I had rent due at the end of the week and, if I didn't pay, I'd be out on the street. I could make sure I wasn't home when they came around. Yeah, they collected my rent in cash. Nothing dodgy about that, nothing dodgy at all. But, even if I avoided them, sooner or later, I'd have to pay or they might chuck my stuff out.
I sighed. When Dad had told me I had to be tough, I don’t think he realized how tough I needed to be. Where was he? I’d done enough. I’d learnt all my lessons. Surely it was time this finished.
If I contacted Tom for a loan, he'd ask a lot of questions. I guess I could call Frank but really he'd been a bit creepy and weird since this happened as though it gave him some kind
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