It was a cold misty night, the rain would fall and collide against my risky umbrella that hung by the tips of its fingers and the fog around me will suffocate me by the throat. 

Nothing but mist in a lonely train station as I wait to catch my train and get home. 

5 minutes passed and the fog lifted and rose allowing me to see my surroundings. 

My heart raced, 

My skin jumped off my body,

A moment to where even a jump scare isn’t enough to explain the fear to which sunk into the depths of my stomach. 

But I stood still like a statue like nothing fazed me because it was just a kid in front of me, 

so it wasn’t THAT DEEP…

A respectable kind perhaps?

10-12 young, clear skinned, wet black haired, a tooth or two were missed, clutching onto a bag.

So tightly his fingernails almost cut through the fabric: 

Seemed heavy with high importance...

What’s a child doing in town 1am pitch dark cold rain outside? 

It’s NOT THAT DEEP- 

So I ignored it. 

I felt his gaze look at me.

Stab me,

Scream at me,

Assult me, 

To consult him.

“Sir..” he whispered “I don’t mean to disturb but do you know how I can make my way to didcot?” 

My mind was perplexed as a moment of silence felt like a life time between his question and my answer.

As the rain continued to splash against his face.

As I froze I slowly shifted my umbrella toward him to shield him from the bullets that fall upon him.

We were in London, Didcot was sticks.

It’s 1am why isn’t he asleep?

Where were his parents -

It’s NOT THAT DEEP-

“Do you have a phone young man?” I followed to sense the situation of this young man.

He very quickly followed with,

“no sir my phones dead I’ve just been given an address in Didcot. Can you please help me I need to be there by this afternoon… Please can I have a look on your phone?"

My mind raced...

Solomon it’s NOT THAT DEEP-

Wait why but this afternoon?

It’s NOT THAT DEEP-

What was in that bag? 

It’s NOT THAT DEEP...

I pull out my phone in hesitation and confusion.

To only find out that Didcot was far enough for that boy to just fall of the edge of the earth never to be seen again.

“Yeah lil man take the train that’s about to come get off next stop then change for national rail yet will have to rest off at reading intill trains open again in the morning and get to your destination.” …

Solomon what on earth are you doing ?

No it’s NOT THAT DEEP-

You will make a child lost tonight and unsafe!

It’s NOT THAT DEEP-

He is an infant and you are about to make him instinct 

It’s NOT THAT DEEP-

His eyes looked like they accepted defeat. 

Some sort of realisation that can only be represented like a missile colliding with his world...

A tear started to birth in his eye,

As he looked at me.

“Thank you sir” he ended and walked away slowly from my shelter with his bag still locked in between his little fingers.

It’s NOT THAT DEEP...

I keep telling myself it’s NOT THAT DEEP,

but I don’t have to explore the sea to know that it’s deep,

Nor do I need to experience how deadly a stab wound can be into my flesh to know that it can end me 6ft deep,

1 blink he’s in my vision, say something -

It’s NOT THAT DEEP-

2nd blink the mist now falls and blind folds me 

3rd blink and-

He’s gone...