Winter Cinematic Short Stories

The arctic air of a city locked in deep winter has seeped into the very bones of the subway system. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, distorted shadows across grimy, tiled walls and platforms littered with the frozen detritus of a thousand daily commutes. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone, damp concrete, and a pervasive, chilling silence, broken only by the drip of unseen water and the frantic echoes of a desperate flight.