Draw back your bow

On the day: 
21/05/2012 


On the way: 
He's focused on his BlackBerry. She's looking out the window. 
He's greying early but with grace. It's impossible to tell with her cheerfully plummy colouring. 
He's wearing a navy suit and a pink shirt. Her cardie is a royal purple, regal maybe, and a a white shirt with an unrestrained floral pattern of pinks and reds. 
A folder lies flat on his lap beneath his large iPad, its screen dark and vacant, sombre. She has a large floppy canvas bag with dark leather corner patches, her smooth, little hands comfort each other, folded on top of it, a small ring on the middle finger of her right hand. 
His mouth slightly downturned, his face registers, what? Mild concern? Is this it? 
Her face much the same. A vague sense of discontent? Of something missing? 
Dude, five seats. Five empty seats. Dude. What? Are you blind, Cupid? 
It's a sitter, you can't miss. Get on the job. 


On the pod: 
I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You - Hootie and the Blowfish 


On the front page: 
Bee Gee Robin dies (The Sun)