There's a girl delicately devouring a yoghurt opposite me. Innocently and naively pretty. Carefully ensuring she gets every last drop.
She was bullied at school for having handmedowns.
Claire is plagued by a nagging feeling that she's left something behind on her desk.
At work.
Every day. Not just today.
Poor Claire. No self confidence or self belief.
Funny how business men that earn £90k per annum are clueless when it comes to the silent function on their mobiles.
That's right, shouty in the corner, none of us can make phonecalls when we're in tunnels.
Young man with exceptionally deep voice is filling the carriage with his bellowing laugh. It's almost contagious.
A couple near me. Neil and Sarah. She's pretending to be asleep to appear vulnerable. He's panicking because his ex just added him on FB.
Neil doesn't know what to do. Does he accept? He doesnt want to be rude to cassie. At the same time Sarah will hit the roof.
Sarah is a very jealous person. She's been hurt a lot. But not as much as she's hurt others with her possessiveness.
She'll always regret the way things ended with Chris but she just was not prepared to have a relationship with a mummy's boy.
A man shovelling crisps in his mouth like a frog catching flies. Where he's from if you don't eat quickly, you don't eat. He's from Peckham.
Claire's lower lip is protruding from her mouth like a scorned puppy's.
Neil is tapping his foot. Sarah is still 'asleep'. This is going to be messy when she finds out.
A man just sat next to me bringing with him a heady aroma of body odour and, bizarrely, kiwi fruit.
He keeps looking at me. I want to turn to him and say 'I know I look a mess but at least I'm not wearing a green hoody and I own deodorant'
Why didn't I pick my umbrella up this morning? I looked at it. And thought about it.
I am walking like I have no control over my legs. Is this what it's going to be like now-my legs disagreeing with every decision I make?
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