The last train home

By Evelyn Patuawa-Finney.

For ten years He found himself the last passenger of the day.

He was alone on the dim lit railway platform, and then alone on the train, with his 10c ticket folded in his pocket.

He laughed like a madman with a mad secret, slapped his thigh and took a swig from his can of coke.

He was happy the government were spending all that money just to get him home.

Another ten such years of travel and they would have paid him a fair price for New South Wales.

He rocked with silent mirth all the way back to the mission.