I was in my car with the engine switched off, waiting at a level crossing. Three trains had gone past and still, the gates would not rise. Bored and frustrated, I passed the time scrolling through some emails on my phone. Then, I felt a presence. I looked up and saw a man on my right-hand side, peering through the window. I flinched in surprise. He was tall, slim, in his thirties, dressed in a dandyish style (felt collared overcoat, tweedy slacks, silver shoes) and stood on one of those rental scooters you see zipping about the city. He was staring right at me, nose almost pressed to the window. I made a face at him. Eyebrows raised, chin out, nose wrinkled. It was a face that tried to say:…
