The tube

As he sat he glances around him. The usual mundane crowd of London types. His eyes fixed on a middle aged woman almost opposite him. She had a slightly awkward demeanour and wore a threadbare coat made of a woven wool material. Her dark hair was thinning an greasy. She wore half spectacles that she glanced over nervously.

Between her feet at the foot of her seat sat a large beaten up leather brief case. She clutched a crumpled White carrier bag in her tiny un-manicured hands. Leaning over her seat, she delved in to her bag. A small make-up bag was produced, which she lay on her thigh. Cautiously she opened it, as if concerned a mouse might escape or a small explosion could occur if she was too hasty. She fumbled a small metal instrument, which he realized after a short while, was a pair of eyebrow tweezers.