The train rattles through grim, industrial greyness. Nothing to see out there. Opposite me is a young woman with tousled hair which she absently rearranges from time to time with long, shapely fingers, her attention fixed on the book on the table between us.
Enviably thick, curling lashes flutter over flawless, dewy skin as she reads. The curve of her cheek fascinates. As do sparkly, green painted fingernails that flash each time she turns a page.
She looks up and catches my eye; a shy smile and warm brown eyes. A sudden shaft of golden sunlight floodlights the dreary compartment.
© Sue Hassett