Under the Sycamore Tree - Part One

He was adamant he'd done the right thing.
Joseph stood by himself in the carriage of a metro, unaware of which station he was leaving; unaware, even, of which line he was on. He was certain he'd done the right thing. Opposite him by the doors of the carriage stood a tall woman holding an umbrella. Its blunt point was resting on the floor. A pool of water was forming on the dull red floor of the carriage where the water was running off the point of the soaked umbrella. It was raining outside, Joseph reminded himself. If he stared long enough, it looked as though the point was piercing the floor and a pool of dark blood was forming around the wound. The woman with the umbrella must have been almost 6 and a half feet tall, much too tall to be a woman, he thought. Her dark hair was cut short, and she wore long black trousers and a dark overcoat. The hands holding the umbrella were huge, and Joseph could even make out tiny scars and blisters in the rough skin. The woman suddenly stepped aside for a second, as a swarm of children stepped onto the carriage. Each one of them carried a small rucksack, each one with a different design. His eyes caught the bag of a girl with dark brown eyes. It was covered with flowers. Simple, beautiful flowers.
Had he done the right thing?
He'd had no qualms about his actions the moment he left the the building where S lived. The fact that he could have made a mistake though, grew in his heart the more he thought about it. Where had the seed for this thought come from? The ominous woman opposite him only infuriated him. What was she trying to say? What is she trying to accuse me of? he thought. The dark pool around the umbrella had grown larger now, and was beginning to run towards Joseph's feet, he noticed in fear.