Thump,scrape,bump,bump, bump.
Thank christ I at least managed to stop the bloody case from falling between the platform and the train.
‘Do you think etiquette is totally gone’? my brain grumbled to me as another busy,busy,busy guy cast me a cursory glance and sped up even faster hoping to drain out any pleas for assistance I might throw his way.
If Gerald had been here he would have been horrified that such depersonalization had materialised over his beloved town in a few short centuries.
Gerald was laid up with an attack of swine flu he had caught last month thus moi,(me) had hastily shoved anything and everything in a suitcase and here I was ready to take on the problems of the bunyips in the Everglades.
I had been sitting on the suitcase in the heat, swabbing my face and neck with my overcolourful scarf ,waiting for someone who did not know me and I did not know them, when I noticed I had a captive audience of one.