The warm breeze plays xylophone along his exposed ribcage. He stretches, finally able to roll his back in one long motion, sinuous without sinew, the vertebrae clicking to the tip of his tail. Ahead, the neon glow of the tube station and London’s boulevards beckon. Behind, the grand Victorian façade of the museum he has called home. He’s been upstaged.… Read it
Author - Molly Tresadern
Molly works as a Production Assistant for BBC Arts and lives in London, often cycling around the city, seeing the tube stations from the outside as well as underground.