I have said before that you see a huge variety of human life when commuting by train.  Like it or not, you are thrown into close proximity with a lot of other people and you see them in all moods.  This was someone late on Wednesday night, when there were only the two of us left in the carriage...

Her nose stung, inhaling the scent of someone else’s failure.  His eyes focused upon her with loathing for  being witness, anger now in the aniseed air.