In train

A man with tattooed hands and blocks of solid blue ink down his arms walks past on the train. Thumping his own chest, thumping hard.

A woman in tight jeans talks to her friends on the train. She had a country and western singer face – or that’s where it was going if another few years of hard talking and living were to continue the drapes and shadows in the places they had begun. She said “she should have spent more money on her nose job and less on her tits”. She said “I could kiss a woman all night but no way am I going near her bush”.