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Love lost in the city
A picture fades to black.
Outside, the neon lights are a welcome break to the fading day.
A car sputters as it takes its last breath.
Another flash, as my neon friends come out in the gathering darkness.
Slowly, the sweet smell of a new batch of pastries rises from the bakery below.
My friends blink slower than usual as if to say, "I understand."
I yearn for the feeling of palm against palm, with interlocked digits.
Senses, tingling in the excitement of that contact.
A soft footstep outside my door.
A slow knock.
Could it be...
Aww yay thats a awesome one too Dave! Bahahaha:)