End of THE LINE
Jan 13, 2021
3 minutes
The party’s over. Everyone who drank too much, which was just about everyone, has staggered out and fallen straight into the nearest taxi. Not me, though. Anyway, the train’s good enough for me. The cold draught of late winter and early spring whistles down the tunnel behind me and I shiver, pulling my coat tighter round my ancient party dress.
To others I probably seem a bit behind the times. Maybe that’s why James and I never… Well, it’s done
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