Writer's Notebook

Guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders. He wasn't even sure why. He'd done nothing wrong. Yet seeing the police troop through the train like that made him ill at ease. He began to grow fidgety, as the sound of mayhem from the neighbouring carriage reached his ears. It seemed as if the police were trying to disarm someone. Matt was caught between curiosity and the need to stay out of things. He was on his way to the coast for a well-earned holiday and the chance to engage in some racy stuff on the side. Every now and then he leant over into the aisle to try to catch a glimpse of whatever was going on. He didn't want to be seen. He checked his watch. Just 45 minutes separated him from freedom. Just as long as he could get out of the train without being seen. He knew full well, his colleagues would take the greatest pleasure in commandeering him - emergency measure paragraph 612. That would be the end of his dream holiday.