2009-03-05
Random item, twenty-one
The woman is curled up on a seat, just behind the glass at the end of a block of seats. Purple dress, white shawl, black pointed boots, asleep and girl-like, oblivious to the comings and goings between King’s Cross and Seven Sisters. As the carriage starts to empty there, another passenger tries to rouse her, but the chap next to her says “she’s with me”. He’s older, wearing a slightly grubby suit, black, and on his lap is a small plastic bag. In his hands there’s a book about Kabbalah, which he tucked away after Tottenham Hale.
When I get off at Blackhorse Road, she’s still asleep, while he’s turned towards her, eyes half-shut behind his glasses.
(Random items used to be a semi-regular feature over at my other blog. They make a better fit here, these days.)
