English - Pupil Work
The station is quieter now, not so many people remain, just cleaners and the odd person. The trains that were screaming and full now crawl towards the finish line and when they get there, they just stop and collapse with exhaustion, knowing they are going to have to do it all again tomorrow. Later young feisty and boisterous trains arrive back from their late-night party, drop the few partyers home and shut down instantly as they stop. The station is almost empty by time they get back, apart from the homeless men who sleep under the shelter. No one is left; but then the night trains roll in again - one every hour until 5 am and as the big, old grandfather clock ticks towards the golden hour of tomorrow, you can only hear city cabs beeping their horns in frustration, in conversation with the odd flickering streetlight. ‘Tick, tock’ it's getting close. The clock counts down ‘20, tick’, 19 ‘tock, 18 tick, until ‘ding, dong ,ding ,dong ,ding ,dong’. The golden minute is over and it’s now Thursday 1st June.
There is a chill in the air and a sweet smell of summer.
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