By Cara Harvey
I try to get up early enough, but usually only have time to grab toast and coffee as I rush out the door. I wear a suit and tie; the look is corporate. Every day I clamber onto another delayed train, squashed together in pickled intimacy. Mondays always start buried deep in a stranger’s jellied armpit, but by Thursday I’ve managed to maneuver upwards to someone’s chin, an end-of-the-week special.
I walk out of the station with the professional tidal wave, rolling out onto another weekday.
I don’t have a job as such. I just like the feeling of going somewhere.
Nice read… kudos …
Gives one thought.. well done
Well done. Loved jellied armpit vs. end of week special. Clever. Great ending. I will remember this for some time to come.
Ha ha. love it
Nice twist. I get it.
Interesting twist.
Loved this. A great use of metaphor and lots of rich (and humourous) description going on. A good twist to boot.