Puff Puff Lady and Premonition Station

I will stare you down kid! Feel my wrath, look deep into my hollow eyes and behold your future! One second and our eyes meet. Puff, Puff, and the smoke engulfs me. In the old ladies eyes I see a grey future sprinkled with colourful memories, a lonesome persons life. The life of probably thousands or even more people here in Stockholm, Sweden. On this Friday with its youthful rampages and spring atmosphere I take notice of this old lady. She looks ragged, grey and ghostly. In this popular food court, she looks so singular, so lonely, so boring. But her voice soon breaks out in fits of bad temper. ''Why can’t I smoke here! Where should I go then!''
Having eaten and drunk some coffee I continue to the subway station. I spot her again. This time she approaches the bench where I’m sitting with other people. She reaches for something in her handbag and performs the 'I need my medicine now!' body gesture. I instinctively stand up and walk away while trying to not attract attention. She’s about to lit a cigarette when a middle aged man stops in front of her and with a 'my voice is the voice of God ' demeanour informs the lady that she cant smoke here. He receives a pat on the shoulder from an old Asian guy and a thumbs up. The old lady looks bitter. She waits until the civil hero has left and lits her cigarette anyway. My train arrives and I’m about to step inside when I see her looking at me. She walks closer towards the same doors I’m approaching. I step inside and walk almost the whole length of the wagon to avoid her. Finally reaching my station and exiting the train I find that its completely empty besides me and some lonesome drunkards.