Dave Hodge

A Loan

I was always partial to being left alone with my own thoughts. It seemed like simple math, less people meant less worries and less distractions. But on the long train ride to a relatively posh part of Wales, it felt different. It felt uncomfortable, and not just because I had elected to wear my hoodie to save on luggage space. I might as well have been on the express train to a cinema so I could experience the world’s first 4D showing of ‘The Anxiety-ville Horror’. On the pain train, the only people I had for company were the random dudes further down the carriage, a packed lunch, a Nintendo DS, a mysterious black notebook (I think my aunt said it was ‘mole skin’?) and my previously discarded coat. And the heat.