It was back in September 2006 when she found herself still melancholic, still tender, from the end of a relationship. A crowded train, a mellow late summer day. She wore a bright purple shift and black cotton cardigan, with black sandals and gold jewellery. She was still softly tanned from a long hot summer, and her red hair was tied back, as she switched on the walkman to hear those sad songs she kept playing, over and over....
the tannoy announced "this train is for Peterborough."
the tannoy announced "this train is for Peterborough."
