I am sitting on a concrete jetty in a small town on the east coast of Amerika
My feet are dangling in the pleasantly warm sea
Our dog Lucy is watching a few gulls squabbling over a striken sandwich
I have closed my eyes and am working in a bookstall on platform 12
On Etawah railway station in faraway India which has given me a problem
As I speak only English and a little French and none of the local tongues
About two years ago this town along with many others was hit by a hurricane
Most of the damage has been repaired although this jetty still shows signs of damage
Today is my free day away from the store and I am sketching in my blue notebook
Although I feel strange in this new environment and the heat is rather oppressive
I do enjoy the wonderfully illuminated expresses that scream through the station
Fully on horn only feet from my brightly coloured bookstall on platform 12
My wife works in the visitors centre and is due to join me for lunch in a hour
We have lived here for just over five years and are late of Boston
My name is Samuel Twain and I am a not very successful artist
Quite how I came to be here on this railway platform thousands on miles away from home
Is a complete mystery to me as the last thing I can remember was sketching my dog at rest and play
I wonder if my colleague on platform six is sitting on a jetty in a small coastal town thinking only of me