Anonymity and Pleasure

They were dancing, he was sure of that, dancing around a Knightsbridge traffic island. The man on the 137 double-decker continued to reminisce as the bus moved another agonizing inch along Oxford Street in the pre-Christmas traffic, the floor-mounted heaters blowing gratefully received hot air over the man’s feet. An hour had elapsed since the man on the bus had witnessed the mystery of the dancing couple, and he had been unable to dislodge the image from his mind. They … Continue reading Anonymity and Pleasure