Louise Molloy | SHELTER

  SHELTER In the cramp of the city-circle tunnel, ……….a commuter backs up against a closed door, ……….one arm crooked, hand splayed against the carriage roof, ……….hunched within his winter coat, ……….chin tucked, eyes closed. Across the rooftops from the kitchen window, ……….homebound traffic drones to mealtime clatter, ……….and shunted out of weariness he blinks, […]