Eden Dodd (she/her)
Thursday, 16.28.
He sits on the train, Smirnoff Ice in hand. Cargo trousers dress a man with a tired face.
The 4% suggests no intention to be drunk and sobered movements shift his seat.
An arm rises up, and down, infrequent but familiar in its motion – lap to lips to lap to lips to lap to lips.
Perhaps a wind-down after work? Pensive.
A white shirt and tie hide beneath a jacket and hoodie, smart casual.
The bottle ends, he lulls in the warmth provided by the 70cl escape from a dreary day.
A hand reaches into a blue plastic bag, newsagent fresh, and returns with a blue bottle.
The man rubs the contents vigorously into his hands and then into his face.
A bewildered beauty regime – vodka tainted breath meets Nivea Fresh.
