Before work, sit behind a man with a copy of The Sun. Sharon Osbourne claims Dannii Minogue had an affair with Simon Cowell. His thumb tentatively plays with the cover page; I can see a Page 3 breast poking through. The woman sitting beside him wears a yellow hijab.
After work, catch the No. 8 from Liverpool Street station. Bethnal Green Road’s windows are lit, open. Shirtless men stalk front rooms jammed with clothes; women hunch over laptops, postcards blue-tacked to their walls. A young man sitting beside me holds his mobile phone up, searching for Wi-Fi; he's on Grindr.
Flash fiction poetry. Lovely, Ollie, and so specific, evocative.