Tuesday, October 16, 2012

100 Words a Day 72

The pair stepped out into the bright Chicago night.

Inhaling deeply and smiling, Chris turned to his coworker:

“There’s nothing quite as marvelous as a pleasant night in downtown Chicago.”

The two waited for the bus. The breeze brushed their shoulders as they stood, watching the bright lights of passing cars mingle with the starlight. Well-dressed people passed them without noticing the pair, on their way home from work or shopping. Blue and red lights flashed down Michigan Avenue, but the sound of the police siren blended seamlessly into the melody of the city night.

“What a town,” Chris said.

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