I’m down the tube, like forever,
when I fall for her.
She’s stunning against the usual commuter blur y’know?
Day after day she never notices
me. It’s normal... lonely.
Finally, tube oncoming, I man up.
I scream in her ear: she jumps, train clips her... dead. Perfect.
Debbie. She’s lovely company.
(Sent
to Scottish Book Trust competition 20th Oct 2014. Did not win. There's no justice.)
