Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Train Sketch #1

‘Teacoffeesnacksanddrinks?’ the train attendant asks like a name in a roll-call as he passes by each row of seats. Nobody answers, and he trundles on down the aisle. The wheels of his cart rattle and crack just the same as the packets of crisps that are the only halfway nourishing food that he sells. An oversugared scent of spilled coffee clings to the air in his wake.

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