The wrong side of the tracks

As I stand on the platform waiting for the metro home at the end of the day, I notice a man standing on the platform opposite. I’d say he’s in his early 60s, glasses, wisps of white hair on the sides of an otherwise bald head, long black overcoat, briefcase. He starts to wave in a slow, robotic [...]

Milky

The old lady sits down at the table next to mine in the café. Her head, with its bulbous eyes and straggly hair plastered against her skull, reminds me of Rottcodd from Titus Groan. She takes the complimentary square of chocolate she received with her coffee, and spends a good five minutes trying to open [...]

Frills

Taking the escalator out of the metro today, I noticed a woman standing in front of me carrying the frilliest, laciest handbag I have ever seen. It was less like a bag and more like a piece of lingerie.
In the lift up to my office, a man in his 50s stood in front of me. Despite [...]