tales from an ordinary world

2002-12-03

Lunchtime. "I look like a rabbit," she said to me across the table while I fumbled with my metal chopsticks. Traffic and the midday sun, waiting for a train out of here so I can practise my non-shopping technique.

Chance meeting after dark and mid-carpet, I was bleary-eyed but recognised the face (it took me a while to remember where from). I talked, listened and walked people to taxis. I picked the wrong music, too. But it's the unexpected event that stuck - running into the neighbour I used to see on the tram every once in a while.