It came in, a metal monster, heavingmaroon carriages into view, cleavingthe crowd with the clickety-clacksending vibrations down the track,wreaths of its coke-fuelled sighsabout to envelop hellos and goodbyes.A ray of sunlight from the vaulted roofilluminated a vulnerable figure from above:wavering at the platform’s edge in vain,unaware that he was on the train. Kim M. Russell, […]
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