Victoria Williams: 0138

When love affairs begin on trains you think they can go anywhere, and the price of thinking this on the West Coast Mainline is disappointment. This is romance: some waste ground next to the viaducts, and the sound of a car alarm. This is life thereafter: the bills get redder, and the lights go out without anybody touching the switch. But then he’ll smile and say, ‘magic’ and light some candles.