Bit behind. Here’s Wednesday’s…
Image by Aaron Weight
Drip, drip, drip, woosh, woosh, woosh.
The weight of water is too much. The subway has been here a hundred years or more, but this is the last time the rain will trickle over it. It can’t take any more.
No one walked underneath when it folded, when the wind came in waves and lashed the buildings. They sat inside, watching the drops flinging themselves against the windows. No-one was allowed out. No-one had ever seen anything like this before.
As the subway cracked down the middle and folded into the earth, lightning flashed across the sky. One of the more hysterical junior advertisers swore he saw four riders as the thunder rolled.
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