Fidget

While we wait for a delayed train the man near me rolls a joint with very pungent marijuana. He sits down heavily rocking the bench. Stands up again, walks away, comes back slumps back against the bench. Wafts of ganga drift over.

On the bus the woman in the seat ahead of me is repacking her shopping, transfering rustly lettuce bags, salmon steaks, mushrooms from one crinkly plastic bag to another. Eventually with it all sorted she pulls a pen from her pocket and noisily folds the crossword in the newspaper open.

I turn up the ipod and stare out the window.