Northbound/Southbound

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 […]