Hustling and bustling through the wet and windy busy roads, l'm trying to catch up with my next ride home. I get to the train station lost for which coach to board. They were filled to the nines.
Finally, l found a seat and was suddenly glad l never took the supposed faster route. Which meant l would overtake only to be overtaken again. Two minutes and the train departed from the terminus.
So here l am on an incredibly quiet trip home with an eight coach train, mine being the last, full of tired, minded busy people looking towards a meal perhaps and a quiet night kip.
Finally, l found a seat and was suddenly glad l never took the supposed faster route. Which meant l would overtake only to be overtaken again. Two minutes and the train departed from the terminus.
So here l am on an incredibly quiet trip home with an eight coach train, mine being the last, full of tired, minded busy people looking towards a meal perhaps and a quiet night kip.
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