The bus was almost full and, as always, he was the last person with a free seat next to him. It was always thus. No one liked sitting next to him – he was a creepy old man. Not really. He was just a nondescript middle aged man in an un-ironed  business shirt, fading grey trousers, and unpolished but sensible shoes. His greying hair was short, if a little unkempt, and his imperfectly shaved face was round and unremarkable. He was largely invisible to the world, except for now. Now he was something to avoid, like an awkward smell in an elevator. Sometimes he [...]