The 15.10 from Reading to Leeds

My neighbour vacates his seat. The train is heaving. I scan the crowds, hoping for someone quiet, someone who will keep to their side of the armrest. The young woman I get is large and spills on to my seat. She brings with her a good clean smell, like apples. Later a man dances down the jolting carriage as if he's at a rave. We share a look. I love her a little.