The train roars, rickets and bales through the tunnel. As it bursts forth, sunshine. It squeals brakes, and hauls itself back from the bridge: sidling up to the platform with a shrug of the shoulders. The doors hiss open, spilling people and I. The footbridge a funnel: the wave of us rushes for it, breaking like white foam through the doors of the station.
Added @ 11:03 PM to Diary category on July 06, 2000