#MicroPrompt: Bottle
The Measurement Problem
Jubilee Place was bottled up.
We dived into the station entrance and down the long staircase next to the grimy corroded escalators that hadn't moved for years. Our footfalls echoed between the concrete walls of the cavernous ticket hall as we descended into the darkness and stink, until our feet splashed into the slimy detritus brought in by the last spring tide, slippery and freezing cold--I should have worn my boots.