As the bus became more crowded I got slowly pushed into the boxy bit by the middle doors, next to the rusty revolving posts that act as the hinges, accompanied by a beep. It’s maybe the worst bit of the bus, it looks and feels the grubbiest.
But lo,
I saw a diamond! It was pretty sizeable (maybe 5 Carats), half buried in the crack left by the retractable wheelchair ramp. I tried not to look at my find too intently, for fear I might attract attention, I just (casually) slid my foot forward to cover it up. Looked out the window, thought what to do with my new-found fortune.
Afterwards, at Dalston Kingsland, mothers with buggies entered the equation, and I had to move again, leaving the diamond behind.
