The train jolted and Mandy’s handbag fell onto the floor.
The carriage all turned to look while she picked up each item. And why not, she thought, there’s nothing better to do is there? Like
helping me!
As she stuffed each item back into her bag, she sat back and
glanced at her watch. She hoped it wasn’t going to take much longer. It was bad
enough that she had to make this journey alone, but quite another to have to do
it under scrutiny. She wanted it over.
Fortunately the next stop brought her a
reprieve; someone dressed as Santa got on. They all turned to look at him
instead, some quite blatantly, and others surreptitiously over their papers or
books. Mandy breathed an inner sigh of relief. Thank goodness. Now she just had
to work out how she was going to tell her daughter her father wasn’t coming.
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