ON A TRAIN

‘You use this much?’ she said to me sat across the aisle of the train on it’s way to Severn Beach.
‘Not really,’ I said. ‘You?’
‘As much as I can. Especially now with all that in Broadmead...’
‘Yes, it’s tricky, the traffic down there.’
‘I know,’ she said, ‘they change it all the time.’
‘Yeh, you don’t know which way to go.’
‘Not until you get there.’
‘That’s true,’ I said.
‘It’s so bad it makes me think about not doing it anymore.’
‘I like it too much to give it up though.’
‘Yes, me too.’
The train stopped. I stood up, said, ‘goodbye,’ and got off the train with my bike.