He sat next to a ‘crazy woman’!

I was on the train the other day; it was peak hour so the train was packed. I thought I would use the time to do a little research for my next book.

The guy sitting next to me started to fidget, and then he let out a loud sigh. I glanced over at him. His brow was furrowed, lips pursed, and there was a touch of fear around eyes that were locked onto the screen on my phone.

He stood up, whispered ‘crazy,’ and moved to the middle of the carriage.

Okay so I was looking at a how to prepare human bones for carving, but is that any reason to call me crazy?

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