Friday

Once I would have used my words to tell world to laugh at this man.

We are both on the 6.10am train. He is sitting across the way in his faded black pin-striped suit. Awake. Shoe Express cut blessing his feet. Ankles awake looking like they had dreamed of being creamed, while sock neglect today will clearly be the recurring theme.

Now, I just don’t.

Hi!