Train Tales

Written before the bubble burst in 2007 when UK drowned in numbing consumerism

The arid train hummed with the sound of tired Sunday passengers longing for a destination. The salty, sweet smell of packaged snacks diffuses into an increasingly cold air-conditioned carriage. The cartoon chairs sing - red, blue, red, red, blue, red, red competing with the -clackity clack, clackity clack, clunk..halt. I wipe the steamed window clean. A city yawns north, somewhere, once industrialised by steel, now a consumer haven, a meadow hall of shoppers. Shop, shuffle, shop, no stop. A radio distant, clunk, back to clackity, clack, shop no stop.