the crowd, touching some on the shoulders, leaving others behind.
Angelina watched until he had disappeared from view and then walked back to Leicester Square station. She had been told it would be closed earlier in the evening, but she knew somehow that it wouldn’t be. She passed through the open ticket gates and down the swift escalator to the platform, where a northbound train was waiting.
The doors hissed shut as she got on board and in no time it had taken her the four stops up to London Euston. The station appeared deserted as she wandered through it, but as she entered the large waiting hall, a sign on one of the boards showed a fast train to Watford Junction, stopping at Harrow and Wealdstone and Bushey on the way. There was no departure time.
She walked down to the platform in a blissful daze, and again found the train waiting for her. It departed as soon as she was on board and seated, and she was whisked up through North London, as outside of the carriage the sky began to grow brighter. It was turning blue.
The train pulled up right next to where the steps led down to the underpass through Bushey station. She got off and walked dreamily up the hill along the empty streets to where her mother’s flat was. At the door to the block she turned and for the first time realised what a beautiful place she had been living in. Inside, she climbed the stairs and opened the front door. Amy was asleep on the sofa, while her mum was in her bedroom, snoring gently.
With a smile Angelina closed the door to her own room behind her and collapsed on her bed. Everything was laid out just the way she liked it. The duvet was soft and not too heavy, and her pillows remained refreshingly cold, no matter how long she lay on them for.
With a smile on her face and peace in her heart she closed her eyes and slept the rest of the night away.
When she woke in the morning, it was to skies of the deepest blue outside and the smell of spring coming through her open windows. She sat up, stretched and yawned. If felt good. Then she noticed a figure sitting at her dresser, its head resting on its folded arms.
‘Morning Zeus,’ she said curling her toes on the soft carpet.
He sat up and yawned as well.
‘Sorry, I must have dozed off there,’ he said. ‘How’s your room?’
‘I love it,’ she said. ‘It’s just perfect.’
‘I’m glad to hear it. Hey, I’ll check back up on you later. There’s someone I’d really like you to meet.’
‘I look forward to it.’
And she leant back against the wall and closed her eyes.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to acknowledge the artists behind the excerpts of song lyrics used within this work:
Hallowed Be Thy Name, by Iron Maiden. Taken from the album Number Of The Beast (1982)
Lord Of This World, by Black Sabbath. Taken from the album Master Of Reality (1971)
Hard Rock Hallelujah, by Lordi. Taken from the album The Arockalypse (2006)
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