*I’ve moved the train below ground for the sake of my tale!
A moving stairway draws me down.
The tunnel taunts me. To my left, right, behind and before, silent figures stand like statues.
A rush of wind, a rumble, a roar. A silver snake screeches to a halt. Doors like gaping mouths, hiss open. A surging mass spews out in a bid for freedom. I’m jostled forward.
Crammed, like sardines in a can, we jerk into motion. I grip a post. We sway as one, this way, that. Nobody speaks.
We are deep underground. My body’s here, my mind’s elsewhere. Is this what it’s like? At the end?
‘… approaching Angel’ shrieks a voice. ‘Mind the gap’
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Jennifer Pendergast for the photo.
Prod Froggie (gently) to see what everyone has made of it!