Panic Attack On The Underground
She rang off. Dazed, she took the escalator down and found the platform teeming with people. The train came. She got on. The carriage was filling up.
Thereís something your stinking rich rellies havenít told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop. More people. And very little room.
You donít believe me? Go and ask them.
The train glided away.
Too many people in the carriage.
Her hands grew clammy.
She looked around for a space. She was breathing quickly. Pins and needles in her arms. The sensation of floating.
Go and ask them.
She was trapped.
She shut her eyes.
Go and ask them. Go and ask them. Go and ask them.
Light at last. The platform came into view. She stumbled out and followed the others up the escalator, making her way to the ticket office.