7.56 AM, Ted shouldn’t be going back to work so soon after Adele’s death.

A cyclopean headlight swung round the bend. 

No one on the platform looked up.

‘There’s only ever one person on it,’ she’d said, pointing at the red tube.

Inside sat a distressed man.

‘7.56, every morning…Never stops.’

That was yesterday. 

Grief tightened his heart as it rattled past.

Inside sat a beatific Adele.

He smiled; today’s train was white.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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