This was written half inspired by a daily commute and half by random thoughts of escaping from the daily grind.
The electric doors hummed open and a blast of fresh air hit her in the face and she really believed for a moment that she might step off the train. She believed that she was ready to face the truth. The platform was grey, the skyline was grey, the buildings were grey– it was suffocating. Her head spun and she grasped the door frame trying to breathe, but the greyness was cloying. She heard the tutting and sighing in the distance as she blocked the exit with her bag in her hand.
The room upstairs was speckled with daylight and shadow and was as quiet as a church. Joe had crept upstairs to check on the girl. He’d waited as long as he could – Mrs Captain had made them all sit down and eat breakfast and drink warm, sweet tea. Then she had bustled around tidying the bits and bobs away, all the time waiting for her husband to come out of his reverie. Continue reading →