Michael stepped outside of his train carriage at just the same time as Adam did his. They looked at each other briefly, but neither waved and neither smiled.
Michael descended off the platform and started down the wood-panel staircase, brown potato sack over shoulder. At ground level, just after the bottom step, was a cracking, thick, white-plaster archway. Painted along the curved arch, up above, were thel letters, ‘G-N-A-S-H-I-N-G’, lining together like a unified group which had been assembled by an unknown craftsman, just to strike fear into its visitors with its big-black-bold-lettering. Michael took a breath, then entered.
(Excerpt from Way of the World, CH. 4)
– Thomas M. Watt