Making it up- the power of not too much

At the first platform, the train was packed. Stop by stop the crowd dwindled. Soon there was only a handful of us left and beside me sat a man. A man dressed in full camouflage. He sat on the bench near the doors, leaning one elbow and some of his weight on an enormous ruck sack. It was bulging and clearly heavy. It was worn. He sat looking tired but comfortable, like he’d been somewhere and now it was quiet. I could feel the focus in the air as we made up stories about him. All of us, there, silently …