Goth Pensioner

Getting the train home at 5pm is always a blessing. Even more so when you see some of the freaks that the town is sending home.

Have you ever seen the Goth pensioner? I have. Twice in recent weeks.

It was early May and there was this old woman, not younger than 60 I reckon, dressed in dark flowing clothing, with a painted white face (more like whitewash, like the first coat you put on the garden fence and you can still see the brown through it) and crows feet drawn on with eyeliner, around the eyes.

Very weird. She’s probably someone’s grandmother. Think of that.