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Too Late To Worry

The train is late. A lady next to me says she is really anxious the reunion will start without her. The man opposite is shouting down his phone, demanding that his colleague “holds the bloody fort”. Across the aisle the young girl is constantly checking the time, clearly worried; wedding or funeral. I am enjoying that rare moment where it’s an advantage to have no one caring if I’m late; or even caring if I get there at all.

Published: Paragraph Planet