Sarah's Monday morning

7:45 on a Monday morning and Sarah sat unusually happy on the Piccadilly line west bound train.

She was grinning ear to ear. Matter of fact she was emitting such a genuine happiness everyone else on the carriage seemed to be taking offence.

Women tutted, and men furrowed their eyebrows as they observed over the top of their dreary broadsheets.

Sarah noticed, and revelled in it.

Her stop had arrived.

The doors slid open, and to acknowledge this fact, she flicked her blonde hair back and waltzed off, suitcase in one hand and passport in the other...


Joshua, TCC

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