Darren O'Sullivan

“5th May 2016 The first final day 10.39 p.m. –March train station, England Eight minutes. Chris looked up at the analogue dials of the train station clock, its ticking unperturbed by what was about to happen. It read ten thirty-nine. He stood and watched the seconds pass by slowly. Eight minutes, that was all he had to wait. Looking around the station he noted how dilapidated it was. The benches that were once sky blue were now covered with an assortment of profanities –as were the walls behind them. Pictures of male genitals and insults to people’s mothers were lit by a dull orange light in the roof of the old station and the flickering of a half-empty vending machine. The old Chris might have had an opinion about it. Not now. Not anymore. Instead, reading the walls”
― Darren O'Sullivan, Our Little Secret