Abby Huenink – Untitled Prose
I walked down the brick sidewalk, taking in my surroundings. The clouds loomed over the gloomy city and covered the sun. Tourists walked with their maps in hand glancing up every now and then to make sure they were going the right way. Windows looked into coffee shops, small stores, and fancy apartments. The aroma of fresh air and post-rain filled my nose. I took a sip of my coffee and its bittersweet taste filled my mouth. I fiddled with the ballet ticket I had left in my pocket from last night. I listened to the bikes ride over the gravel streets and run over freshly fallen leaves. The lamp lights at the end of the street turned on and lit up the streets. Yellow cabs drove down the streets. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. This was it. This was the life. I felt something touch the edge of my arm and everything faded into black.