A bear-y special SHORT STORY
‘Perhaps the box was a disguise for a real animal’
The Piccadilly Line was busier than usual and hot. Children whinged.
I heard a slap, a high-pitched scream and a woman threatening a repeat of the same. “You could get reported to authorities you know,” I called. A group of teenage girls sniggered and turned up their rap music.
I shunted my way down the carriage with my shopping cart and luckily found a seat. Two little girls sat opposite. They were ever so dainty,
