Spending a Year Writing… (Part 2)

The walk to work was uneventful, the morning calm and chill as I followed my customary path alongside the railway tracks. It was a route that took me through what greenery I could find, giving me a few minutes of clean morning air before the eight hours of recycled facsimile that I would soon be inhaling. Once again my thoughts drifted to the ‘the story’, my constant companion on this walk to the walled kingdom where ambition goes to die.

Starting as a single flash of imagination as a metro c...