A Knowing Trim

The woman behind me struggles with her hand luggage as she wrestles it out of the overhead compartment. The easiest way to get it out would be for her to wait until passengers disembark so that she can stand upright and use both hands. That would be too easy though, wouldn’t it?

Escalating Madness

The drone of the tram’s electric engine is masked by the throb of conversation around me. I stare through my reflection at the walls of the tunnel that we hurl through. I notice that the light above the door beside me is alight meaning that these doors will open when we reach the next station.

The Bone Shaker

Faced with the difficulties of entering the car I had last week, my brother kindly offered to lend me another one. “Do you want to see it first?” he asks, all wide-eyed and innocent like. I figure it can’t be worse than the other one. “It’s not really a car though; more like a small van.” I shrug and figure that I might as well.