HUMMUS

The train was forty-five minutes late this morning. We stood on the platform shivering in a breeze from St. Phillips. At home this afternoon I fell asleep for a couple of hours.
She called me as I walked down the steps to the subway on my way in to town to buy food. We arranged to meet at Kino’s in a half hour. I popped into my flat and put in the fridge what I’d bought and needed to be there.
‘It’s crowded downstairs,’ she said so we sat upstairs on stools in the window.
This evening I ate two veg pasties, a tub of organic hummus, spoke on the phone, watched stuff on the internet.