N87

Lambeth Bridge. N87, to Kingston.

1.30 am, Friday night.

I look at my reflection on the windscreen.

Then I see that girl. She’s playing with her phone.

And that couple seems to be having an argument.

Oh, well.

The tide is quite high.

And this fog is quite unusual for this time of year.

That group of people is speaking in a language that sounds familiar.

I think it might be her native language…

“Anyway, I can try anything, it’s the same circle leading to nowhere”.

And it reminds me of that time when I was on this bus with her.

She said something like ‘I’m pretty bad at keeping in touch with people.’

But, as usual, you thought it had nothing to do with you…

Until it did.