The north end of the Piccadilly line sounds so bucolic – Wood Green, followed in short succession by Bounds Green, Arnos Grove, Oakwood. So perhaps it was just a transformation waiting to happen. A surreal end to a no-longer-normal working day. I blame the international flights at the other end of the line – something must have escaped and lurked… Read it
Clare has written extensively for TV, but is now exploring short stories and poetry. She is interested in the overlap between the two, and breaking down the boundaries between them.