NYC He rushed home from a hectic twelve hour day with tension curled on his neck like a python. The city he lives in but doesn't see any more glides through his vision like a panoramic slide show. A rhythmic beat of moving through the city his steps are nothing but a means to a destination. Early sunset reached the towering monoliths shadows falling between garish neon billboards. The streets are strobed with headlights streams of yellow cabs blowing putrid breezes. The dusty heat remained, shimmering up to meet the sunset on the seventeenth floor. A chihuahua maitre'd nodded to him. Roasted garlic wafted from the restaurant. Pressed white linen framed a gleaming service mussel butterflies nestled on comforting pasta and warm soft bread beneath a cozy coverlet waiting for butter delivered on a heavy silver knife. Walking fast beneath the brilliant marquee screaming its Broadway musical fare past the tourist tees and pawnshops sad stolen treasures behind barred battlements. The loud music and light spilling through the doorways smelled of stale piss and hot concrete. From a darkened doorway she smiled. Made eye contact and encouraged his perusal. Beautiful wares extravagantly traced by a long red nail. A creamy bosom offered in a crocheted sweater the long sleeves hiding needle tracks. Her pussed tattoo of desperation. By the cool opulent lobby and unobtrusive elevator he arrived in his haven of earned quiet solitude shed the throttle of wool jacket and corporate tie settled into a compassionate Italian leather sofa and lost the day with a dry martini and CNN news. He loves The City. 264 words 36 lines Prelim Round 2 "SLAM!" |