The Underground
We all line up looking down the huge gaping tunnel. Looking down it, staring into pure nothingness. The rumble of engines and wheels rattled down the track.
All the different people from who knows where. All the colourful cultures standing on one platform. It was more like an airport but that is the wonders of London. Lots of different people in one tiny city. It's more like a small country if you ask me.
But it all ends when the train comes.
