The Visitor

Another normal day, another normal commute, and I’ve got my normal standing spot by the bin-seat, a useful substitute for when my legs start to give way should one of those very-rare, nearly-never-happen, but-when-they-do-they-take-ages delays occur. And as normal, there’s a latecomer making a desperate lunge for the closing door, having over-slept or poorly planned, … Continue reading The Visitor

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