Down the tubes
“Where are we?” my fella asked when our train got stuck in a tunnel this week on our way to work on the tube.We were deep, deep underground in a mess of tracks, wires and heat, buried beneath crumbling sewers, the remains of dead rats, sitting in a lifeless carriage breathing in other people’s dust, hair, snot, fear.
“Just outside of Kings Cross,” I replied.
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Glad you weren't alone.