written by: Amanda Quinn
The rows of shining stainless herbs and sprouting seeds and salad leaves
are lit pink.
These tunnels were once filled with people hiding.
Amanda Quinn lives in the North East of England where she works as a freelance writer and tutor. Her short stories and poetry have been published by Shooter Literary Magazine, Open Pen, Ellipsis Zine, Butcher’s Dog, Papaya Press, and Spelk Fiction among others.