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Last stop. We reached Liverpool Street station and made our way off the bus. I glanced over the top floor double decker, a man was sitting with his head against the window.

He was asleep.

Our feet reached the pavement upon exit, the bus doors closed and it drove away. We left that man asleep on the bus, we walked past without even nudging him.


Now I feel bad, and I wrote 'we' so it seemed less like I. Truth is, I was the last one off the bus, the last one off the top floor. I protest that I thought a 'people' check would occur before the driver took off, as we had reached the final stop.

Nope, didn't happen.

I wonder where that man is now...