His shirt was ruffled, his hair held traces of the old mattress he had laid on the previous night. The back of his shirt had frayed edges that told his story. Despite his neatly trimmed nails he had his hand under his chin and leaned carefully on his bag.
His bag had obviously been packed by a woman. Next she touched his cheeks gently, looking intently into his eyes as if she  were noting the "heartbeat" of his soul and said, "Stay safe,I Love you!!!"
Culled from "tales at the motorpark" by #girlfromthesouth