Tagged Suicide

The Underpass

The cab driver didn’t know exactly where the young couple wanted to be and was a little suspicious at first. Well dressed, clean, clearly just in on one of the many trains from the south and they want a taxi to the roadside in the post-industrial wilderness south of the city. They seemed nice kids so he went with his instinct and took them. “What exactly is it you’re looking for kids there’s nothing in that part of town. It’s just a wasteland,” said the cab driver. “There’s something new we’ve heard about on the internet we’re going to try,”…

Meet At The Mall

The four friends met as usual on the last Friday of the month. A few drinks, a meal, a laugh and a joke. They all looked forward to it and had been doing it for many years. Guy and Sue as always sat side by side opposite Frank and Fiona. The talk was of nothing in particular work, football, music all just general stuff. The restaurant was a smart Italian on the third floor of shiny new shopping centre in the heart of Leeds. A city that had changed much over the years. From grimy industrial town in the late twentieth century…

Night Train

The night train approaches as I prepare to step down onto the tracks. This feels wrong, in the back of my mind something is telling me Londoners don’t commute by walking through the tunnels from one station to the next. Yet on the other hand it feels completely right. The train doesn’t stop and in seconds it has passed me by. Whooshing and rumbling through the station. It’s gone I’m safe to walk along the dark, warm and windy tunnel. I can see the light of the next station ahead half a mile or so in the distance. People are…