Mysterious girl on tube

Went into town on the tube this morning. Sat opposite a beautiful young girl wearing too much make-up, like some caricature prostitute. Her massive gorgeous eyes beamed out from beneath very thick green shadow, and her cheeks were blushed obscenely pink. You usually get a pretty good idea of most people on the tube [first impressions are often correct] but I couldn’t work her out. Nothing else in her manner suggested she was a prostitute, although I liked the idea that she was some kind of courtesan and I started imagining some other life with her, in some dodgy flat in Paris. By the time she got off I went with the notion that she was a drama student. She probably just worked on a make-up counter in a department store and was trying out free samples.

If you let yourself, you could fall for someone on every tube train. Even if it were only for moments. How often could the human body fall in love? You’d be exhausted. But think of the songs you’d get out of it…