Intervals

He sat down, leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes. His train wasn’t due for another eight minutes. Two trains, then his. Someone, a man at the end of the platform, was shouting about how he hadn’t said something, “…you’re wrong, I didn’t say that, that’s not the way it happened”. A voice poised at the edge of anger, but for the moment it was okay, and, if checked, its ambitions wouldn’t spill over into aggression. And then a woman’s voice, much quieter but audible even from here; not the words, just the mood. The two voices lifted … Continue reading Intervals