The Black Line

It was a while before he even realised she was on the platform at York Road. He’d been running on autopilot. It was… God, what? Five years since he’d last seen someone there.

John Bull

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Neville applied the brakes and brought the train to a halt. He was secretly delighted that the cab eased to a stop directly in line with the black…

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John Bull

Writer. Narrative designer. Historian. I focus on tales of ordinary people who did extraordinary things, and helping companies tell their own stories better.