Late night trains are a funny thing. We all start with the same pretences. I drink tea and open a book; opposite me, Businessman makes loud calls and taps on his laptop. He gets a mini bottle of wine from the buffet cart. He’s Busy & Important. I should be too, really, but my skeleton
A public service announcement to all the people she meets; you are not as subtle as you think you are. Not even close. Either that, or she can read minds, because it is so clear to her what people are holding back. Saying this, thinking that. She went to therapy and learned that none of
Go out walking the dog together one Sunday. Early spring; sun warm, trees bare. Talk about something, nothing. Feel sure, quite suddenly; he’s lying to you. Hear him laugh at first, then protest his innocence, but still know. Like a bloodhound catching the faintest trace of a scent, you know there is something to know.