Something Beneath

All at once, like Jack Frost arriving in the night, we awoke to London frozen over: great swathes of ice stretched from Southbank to Richmond, thick as cement. The Thames encased.


That was the year tourists wobbled out below Blackfriar’s bridge, ogling brickwork previously seen only by boats and river birds. That was the year people spoke of Frost Fairs; of Victorians skating past Parliament.

...and that was the year we heard the tapping, deep below the ice. That was the year we learned what lay in the dark, down beneath our feet.

That was the year we feared the thaw.

#FLASHFICTION101 December 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY


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