There was a short man br sitting in front of me br on the train this morning br having an interview on his cell phone br couldn’t quite work out the accent br but an English voice in a German train br always captures the attention br br so I dropped my book br and gave him the quick once-over br beige cords br cream turtleneck br loafers br salon hair br and those perfect moon cuticles br the casual smart look br that seems to be hiding something br ……or nothing br br a paper bag of grapes br was perched beside him on the seat br for the vitamins (no doubt) br or maybe for the detox br yes br that would fit with the bottle of water br and the faint smell br of sour whiskey bleeding through br his manicured pores br br and after a moment br he pulled the phone away from his ear br and glanced at me br I think I was making him paranoid br br well br br I can only hope sobr br Sheila Knowlesbr br