Flatlining In The Madlands

Can't stand up and be counted; lightning strikes the highest point. Nowhere to hide, except the caves under the pavements (admission charges apply). No place to go; all converted, upgraded, closed down decades earlier.

The heart was ripped out of my city and I ripped the city out of my heart. Ten years old, forty-one years old... it's all the same. The plan is as it always was: escape. I'm flatlining in the Madlands and Londinium beckons.

Posted by Hg on Monday 25 May 2009 at 22:08.
Received 3 comments so far.

This is going to turn into a very interesting series - I can see them lined up on a very very long wall.

Comment by Natalie on Tuesday 26 May 2009 at 15:22.

'Caves under the pavements' - could only be one place in the Madlands.

Comment by Phill on Tuesday 09 June 2009 at 11:38.

Yes - the home of Snot.

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