Train Journey - A reflective short story asking if money is more important than family

Martin plied himself from the wooden station bench as the 08:04 train to Aberdeen pulled into the station. A mass of motion flooded towards platform 3 as the train's arrival was announced over the fuzzy speakers. People rushed passed Martin with suitcases trailing behind them, eager to get the best seats. Martin was in no hurry as he scanned past the carriages for one with the least amount of people to bother him. Martin was last to …

…Hello, how may I help you?" The receptionist answered. "Can I speak to the head of the cancer ward please?" The phone began to ring again. "Hello, Dr. McAllister speaking." "Hello it's Mrs. Alice Walkers son here, I was just wondering how she was doing." "I'm sorry Mr. Walker but your mother passed away late last night." Martin could only stand in the middle of the platform with the phone held close to his ear.