Three Way
“Her phone is switched off so I leave a message.
‘Hi, it’s Ollie. Just phoning to make sure you’re okay. I don’t know whether you didn’t come home last night because of me or something else or…anyway, just give me a ring.’ I hang up and consider where she might be, quickly coming to the conclusion I haven’t the faintest idea. I transfer to the Northern Line and actually find a seat. I know, amazing, right? I grab a copy of today’s Metro newspaper and settle in. The doors ring, a women jumps into the carriage just before the doors close. She wears a large baggy white dress and has wet patches under her armpits. Gross. I glance at her then back to my paper.
‘Excuse me,’ she says. I glance up, she can’t possibly be talking to me. Turns out, she is.
‘Um, yeah?’ I ask, wondering if she’s going to kill me.
‘Can I have the seat please?’ she asks. I spot a bump in her stomach. Shit. I huff and stand up, annoyed. I never get a seat at this time of day and the one time…just let it go Ollie.
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