The Ticket Inspector
“Tickets please,” the inspector said out loud, “thank you madam, change at Kings Cross,” he added.
“Tickets please,” he said again as he walked slowly through the train carriage. “Thank you sir, change at Basingstoke.”
He heard a voice say: “when do we arrive in London?”
“I’ll check,” he said.
There was a pause as he put his left hand into his blazer pocket and pulled out a timetable. “thirteen o-two hours,” he replied remembering to say the 24-hour clock. “Thank you,” the voice said.
‘Looks like a businessman dressed like that’ the ticket inspector thought to himself.
He picked up the handset which links to the train’s public address system and spoke into it: “Good afternoon,” he said, “We will shortly be arriving in London.”
As he began to talk he felt a tugging on his forearm.
“Come along Mr Arnold,” the nurse said, “it’s time for bed now.”
Michael Sams
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