shades

 
 
 
 
I could swear the compartment was empty apart from myself when it pulled out of the station.  
 
half of the carriage was in shadow, the other half in sunlight. I blinked once or twice.  
 
“don’t take fright,” said a voice from the shade, “you’re not seeing things that aren’t there.”  
 
I could swear the compartment was empty apart from myself when it pulled out of the station.  
 
I didn’t see things that aren’t there, but things that are, and of which maybe one should beware.