The Last Con­nec­tion & Tree Sur­geons on the Aberdeen Line

The London Magazine - - NEWS - Eoghan Walls

The way I came, to get my next con­nec­tion meant me hoof­ing it through cen­tral Glas­gow on a night the city was pop­u­lated by ghosts. Pale waifs in heels used fliers for pro­tec­tion from the rain. Blue cou­ples held con­ver­sa­tions in pizza-par­lour win­dows. I stormed the road head-down, col­lar-up, try­ing to light a smoke and nearly tripped into my mother at the sta­tion.

I hugged her, damp; there was so much to ask her about mis­car­riages, our trou­bles buy­ing a home, the taste of dark­ness. She lis­tened to me, ten­der but she had some­place to be. I watched her go zip­ping be­tween the buses along Queen Street, and I caught the nine forty-one for Aberdeen.

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