Continuing our series of short fiction set in, or influenced by London. This week’s story by Rocío Bégué is one of the finalists in our competition with the British Academy’s Literature Week to find a new modern fairy tale for London. To explore the Literature Week programme and register visit the British Academy’s website.
I hate this city, Marisol thinks as she rushes down the steps to the tube station. She has been living in London for a couple of months, and the city has managed to lose all its magic and charm in that time. It seems now a place of endless problems, frustrations and stress. She just wants to go home. I wish I could hop on a line to anywhere, she thinks.
Anyway, enough of that, she says to herself as she pulls out her Oyster card and taps in. You’re here now, and you have to make the best of it. Marisol runs down another set of stairs, trying to make sure she does not miss the last train. As she turns down a passageway, she suddenly realises she is heading in the wrong direction. “Oh no,” she says to herself as she turns around and runs back to the entrance.
Marisol turns the corner and finds herself at a junction of several unknown passageways. That’s weird, she thinks. I’ve never seen this place before. Maybe I went up the wrong stairs? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’ll just find the signs and…
Looking up, she realises there are no signs. Anywhere. There are no signs above, below or on the walls. There also seem to be no people around to ask for directions. She pulls out her phone to check where she is, and she notices that she has no service. “Great,” she murmurs to herself, “just great.” There is no way for her to figure out where exactly she has gone wrong, especially now that she seems to have stumbled onto the only inch on the tube map without, well, maps. “Great. Thanks again, London,” she grumbles.
She sees a woman approaching, walking very quickly and determinedly. Relieved, Marisol begins to ask the woman for directions when the woman stops, looks directly at Marisol, and asks, “Are you Marisol?”
Marisol is taken aback. How? Who? But the…
The woman sighs impatiently. “Are you, or are you not Marisol? Moved here a few months ago? Attends the university, works at the coffee shop, generally hates her life in this city, etcetera?”
“Um, uh…” Marisol sputters. “Uh. Yeah. Yes. Yes, I’m Marisol,” she says finally. How does this woman know who I am? Is she someone at the university? Is she at the coffee shop? I would have remembered those glasses at least. How could she…
“OK, good. Quickly now. We’re going to miss the train. Hurry, hurry,” the woman says, indicating with a flick of her fingers for Marisol to follow her down one of the many passageways. Normally Marisol would not follow a stranger, but the sudden emptiness of the Underground feels as if it is slowly creeping over her in a deeply chilling manner. Movement, even uncertain movement, seems a better option than stagnation.
“So, which line do you want to take?” the woman asks as she walks down the passageway.
“I’m supposed to be on the Northern line heading south, the, uh, the Bank line,” Marisol says, trying to keep up with the woman, “but I think I missed the last train.”
“I didn’t say which line you’re supposed to take, I said which one you want to take,” the woman replies, her voice tinged with annoyance.
“I…I don’t understand,” Marisol says.
The woman stops and looks at Marisol. “You said that you wished you could hop on a line to anywhere. Well, Anywhere is pulling up at the station in a few minutes, so we have to hurry. Once you’re on, you tell the conductor which line or lines you’d like to take to Anywhere, and it’ll take you through that route. Understood?”
Of course I do not understand, Marisol thinks. What is happening? Maybe I have fallen asleep, exhausted, on a train seat, and I’m dreaming this entire scenario. Yeah, that makes more sense, she thinks. Marisol often finds herself too tired to fight the chaos of London at the end of the day. “Who are you?” Marisol asks.
The woman sighs, growing increasingly annoyed. “Ada. A godmother, of sorts.”
“Like a fairy godmother?” Marisol blurts out, immediately realising how ridiculous she sounds.
“Ok, I see this is going to take a while, and we simply have no time. Here,” Ada waves her hands, and a tube map appears suspended in mid-air. The map is…alive, marvels Marisol. There are miniature trains moving along the lines, the stops contain entire cities within each dot and the indices are shouting directions at one another. “Now, look at the centre of the map, relax your mind, and off you go,” Ada says, snapping her fingers together.
Marisol feels herself swiftly sucked into the map. She is in the tube system. She is rushing through every line, getting off at every stop, whirring from neighbourhood to neighbourhood and town to town. She is simultaneously experiencing every line on the map, every destiny, every outcome, every result. Nights out, Sundays in, take outs ordered, concerts, parks, pubs, football, arguments and conversations and jokes over pints, frustrations and disappointments and joys and discoveries, small alleyways, leafy expanses, humid summers and crisp autumns, red buses, black cabs, grey skies, swirling clouds, crooked buildings, shiny buildings, hope and despair, endless problems, frustrations and stress, yes, but also rewards and breakthroughs and opportunity and magic and charm and wonder and the surreal and fantastical, a sense of belonging, a sense of home, and...
“So, which line do you want to take?” Ada repeats.
Marisol snaps back into the present. She thinks about everything she has seen: the endless possibilities, the challenges, the joys and sorrows, the pay-offs and trade-offs and gambles and…
“All of them,” she answers firmly.
“Good,” Ada replies, allowing a slight smile for the first time. “Let’s get started then. Welcome to London. Quick, quick.” They hurry down the passageway, Marisol trailing Ada, following the signs to Everywhere.
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Previously in this series
- The Fingernail Fairy: Do you believe in her?
For children/by children
- The Lion: Something’s up in Trafalgar Square.
- Lyndon The Greatest Thief in London: A light fingered robber meets the Queen.
- Beyond the Central Line: Notting Hill Gate looks different today…
- The Makings of a Killer: A dark encounter in Southwark.
- Places to Hide a T-Rex in London: About time someone tackled this one.
- The Modern Fire of London: A sneezing dragon is a dangerous thing.
- The Let Down Competition: A mango has a fight with a pig.
General London fiction
- Mark: A struggling actor becomes a hero of the people.
- The Guardian of Travellers: Victoria Coach Station passengers take the advice of a sage.
- Graphic Novels: A celebrated novelist finds inspiration in Shoreditch Library.
- Not Enough: A family struggles to get by.
London at Night
- The Soho Nocturnes: Sebastian Groes tries to shatter the concrete dream that is London.
- The Station Clock: Peter Watson takes a slow walk to Euston.
- Asparagus and Syrian Gold: A guy on a blind date takes a risk… but will it pay off?
- The Race: Susanna James races against the dying of the light.
- Sirens of the Tideway: Emily Williams recounts a ghostly police chase.
- Mark: A struggling actor becomes a hero of the people.
Christmas in London
- The Ghost of Christmas Replete: David Croser shares a Christmas tale set in the bleak midwinter.
- Keep the Change: Lee Hamblin takes a sneaky taxi ride.
- Night Bus Dreams: Michelle Surtees-Myers is picked up by an enchanted night bus.
- The Patient Banker: Tom Dean has a visitor call in at a houseboat.
- An Afternoon Some Time Ago: Nathan Good takes a nostalgic ride on the London Eye.
- Easy Pickings: Kay Seeley is being vigilant on the South Bank.
- Stepping Stones: Alison Chandler goes on a night walk.
- One Summer in London: Angela M. Rodriguez steals a very personal item and then wears it at Notting Hill Carnival.
- Blackout on Fen Street: Seth Insua wishes away the city.
- The Man From BEER: Which bits of London would you delete? By David Ritchie.
- London Falls: Liz Hedgecock unleashes a digital wipeout on the city.
- They Walked: Adam MacLean ponders what would happen if London’s building just got up and left.
- The Wallbuilder: A great wall was built around London, not everyone was happy, by Jonathon Dean.
- Tastes Like Chicken: Glen Delaney retreats inside London’s oldest fortress.
- The Conqueror: Rebecca Sams filches a legendary London object.
- The Busker Ascends: Darren Lee brings plague to Leicester Square.
- Amelie: Narges Rashidi considers the interactions of three people on a District Line tube.
- Shelter Drawings: Stuart Snelson’s tale of a mysterious Circle Line artist.
- Tracks and Albums: Richard Lakin attracts the attentions of the British Transport Police.
- Seeing Red: Anthony Fitzgerald on the woes of a cab driver.
- Instant Karma on the 263 to North Finchley: one seat left on the bus. Next to you. Raving drunk gets on. By Ronnie Capaldi.
- The Sender of Second Chances: Anthea Morrison records a chance encounter on a bus.
- Two Four Eight: Lance V Ramsay envisions an Orwellian dystopia in the lingo of future London.
- Old Nichol: Jill Fricker evokes the woes of the old East End.
- Clissar: Grazia Brunello dips into the future of north London, through a glass darkly.
- Harvest Festival: A spooky Halloween tale in the London suburbs by Helen Craig.
- Ordinary Days in London: Madelaine Hills on a Docklands disturbance.
- Bishopsgate: Oliver Zarandi visits the site of a bomb.
- Sirens Of The Tideway: Emily Williams recounts a ghostly police chase.
- The Perfect Gift: A Christmas fairy tale in which London’s statues come to life, by Katherine Wheston.
- The City Inside: Tom Butler has some curious metropolitan anatomy.
- Routine: The importance of the day-to-day, by Clare Kane.
- Jazz Code and the Tube: The ambivalence of dating, by Jenny Mackenzie.
- A Free Man: Melanie White’s flash fiction piece considers a recently single guy at a bachelor party.
- Clean Living London: Ursula Dewey rolls her sleeves up for some housework.
- Swipe Right: Does Tinder have the answers? By Heidi Scherz
- The Writer and the Dancer: Close encounter at a flat party by Vincent Wood.
- St Peter’s Gate, Knightsbridge: A nocturnal romance at closing time, by Theo Klay
- First: A romance begins inside a London gay club. By Lance Middleton.
- Natural Disasters: Can you find love at the supermarket checkout, when your customer’s buying porn? Yoel Noorali enquires.
- NO! SUSHI: A relationship breaks down during a Japanese leaving party, by Clare Kane.
- Compatibility: Stephen Lynch conjures the awkwardness of flat hunting.
- An Extract From the Diary of Kay Richardson, Actor: The surreal tribulations of a washed-up London thesp, by Tom Mitchell.
- The Further Adventures of Kay Richardson, Actor: More from the feckless thesp, by Tom Mitchell.
- The Further Adventures of Kay Richardson, Actor (Part 2): Our debauched hero tussles with mannequins.
- You Were Not In When We Called: A Christmas tale from Megan Toogood.
- The Do: Alan Fisher gets party phobia.
- Direction: Kevin Acott goes on a time-shifting pub crawl.
- RTA: Ryan Cartwright is involved in a traffic accident where all is not what it seems.
- Vegan Pigeon Eater: Rae Chambers sees a south London cafe get an unwelcome visitor.