The other passenger sat purposefully at the far end of compartment C car.
The space between us was empty save for fixtures and fittings;
yet the distance between us was far greater.
Together.
But apart.
We embarked.
Motionless in the moving compartment.
Shrouded from the glare of the cabin light our eyes did not meet.
I, adjusting to the meaningless intimacy,
of a new relationship separated by distance, not time,
noted legs were crossed as if space was a premium, yet
my fellow traveller possessed no baggage.
This challenge shows well how an image can evoke very different responses.