1. The bloke asleep on the train: He looked like a daddylonglegs. A sleeping daddylonglegs – all splayed out across six seats. His wallet there. His phone here. Dead to the world. He’s normally in running kit. I don’t know him, but I recognised him even with his suit on. I said to him: “Wake up. This is your stop.” No response. I repeated it, louder. Nothing. I shook him. The train door opened. More shaking and sharp tones. He woke, dropped everything, forgot everything till I reminded him, got everything, I held the door, we both got off at our stop. He disappeared into the night. We haven’t spoken since.
2. The train driver: He leant out his window to check if it was safe to proceed. I said: “Goodnight.” He nodded. Then chugged off.
3. My friend with a new job: “Well done,” I said. We chatted on the phone as I walked home alone along the path through the trees. Everyone else was asleep or out drinking or watching the telly or whatever else happens when it’s dark and the streets are empty.
If you want to know about the last three people the other members of the Loose Bloggers Consortium have spoken to (apart from family or household members) – go to their links in the right hand column. Just scroll down a little and you’ll find them. I wonder who Ramana has been talking to in India? There seems to be a constant flow of interesting people calling at his door.