Dusk began to envelop the city and some mystic sign told the street-lights to kick on, two or three at a time. It was still a bit chilly but winter had been over for a while now. A few of the bulbs lucky enough to have been planted on the east side of town were already starting to bud. Everything seemed to bloom there first.
She was on the other side of town, though, and didn’t know about flowers blooming on the east side or the west. Only trees had ever seemed to fascinate her, like the spindly saplings surrounding her here in the middle of the town square. They reminded her of the city in their youth. She could still remember the first time she saw an innocent tree yanked out of the ground for urban development. While she was on the brink of tears her mother had calmly explained that the trees were getting too big to stay in the city.
Of course, there were always trees planted to take their place. It was life. The cycle between birth and death- only accelerated to fit into the urban lifestyle.
Trees aren’t fast, though, they’re slow.
Cars hum as they circle round the bend one more time, on their way home or on their way out. She just sits there and submits herself to their grumbling lullaby as she wonders at the drivers of these cars; at their lives, their passengers, where they’re going so late…
So late… she lets loose a sigh, mildly wondering at herself and laughing. She decides to pass her car when she gets to it, preferring instead to jay-walk across to the other side of the street and explore the wonders of the faux-day that is a night in the city.
“One last night” she thinks with a shiver. "Fate has granted me one last night in this city where I was raised. One last night to say hello and then goodbye- if only I had said hello sooner… Who knows where tomorrow might take me."
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