A subject very close to my heart Lorraine:
He sat quietly on the bench outside the newsagent stand.
Nobody noticed him really, a man in his forties, casually dressed in jeans, tee shirt, lightweight jumper and jacket.
He carried no briefcase, no luggage, no bags of any description, at ease with his surroundings, looking left to right as if searching for someone in the gathering crowd.
It was 8am.
The station was busy with commuters about to embark on their working day.
He pushed the button.
The woman sat on a somewhat uncomfortable chair in her employee’s office facing her husband in fury.
The evidence was laid before her…………. huge glossy photographs confirming his infidelity.