After a what felt like far too long the car managed to pull out into the stream of congested traffic. Eli Green, the vehicle’s heavy set driver, weaved the car through a set of turnings and intersections heading deeper into the old area of the city. ‘It might take slight longer than usual Sir, some […]
He continued to click his was down the stone platform towards the automated ticket gates in the distance.
The train sped along the track, the scenery rushing past the window with a blur of greens and browns.
Below here is a story, a story that as of this moment in time has no end, no characters, no setting, no plan.