Tunnels

by Sean Gregson

He’s a boy, running through the disused bomb-shelters and tunnels that run below the length of Manchester. He jumps, twists and howls; he picks up a bottle and throws it at the ceiling. He has a stick which he runs along the walls, sometimes tapping out a rhythm on the doors which break up the brick monotony. Finally, he comes to a red door, huge and intimidating; his little hand can hardly wrap itself around the handle, he struggles but it won’t turn. Now, he’s an old man, a loner, walking back down unchanged tunnels of brick and mortar. Curiosity finally has the better of him.

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Sean Gregson used to live in Manchester. Now he doesn't. He lives in Norwich. He stands by his decision.