Tag: Wednesdays with Strangers

There is an elderly man I have met a few times on the bus. You notice him first by the lines on his face, deep and settled, the kind that suggest life has not always been kind. Not cruel exactly, but heavy. The sort of heaviness that comes from staying…

I noticed her because of the bag. We were both wearing the same one, a small, blue backpack. The kind that’s practical but still a little cute, and when I caught her eye and pointed at it, she smiled immediately. “Hey,” I said, “we’ve got the same bag.” She laughed….

I met her on a Wednesday while I was sitting in the city centre, and she happened to be at the table next to mine. She was on her own, but there was something very settled about her, the kind of presence that doesn’t look like it’s waiting for company….