The Confession Box…

This morning, I would have caught the train if I was two seconds faster. 

That’s no word of a lie and not one bit of an exaggeration…  two seconds

The train selfishly departed from the platform without me being inside it.  I looked on after it in well contained bitterness. 

There were sparks coming off from underneath the last coach of the train (this is common on London trains)…

I said to myself:  ”I hope it blows up”…

 

 

…sorry.

 

 

I’m glad it didn’t blow up now…