By Michael Seese
Wonder agent Janet Reid is serving yet another 100-word contest. The words we need to shoehorn in are:
So without further ado, I give you "The City."
I love the city. I love walking the downtown streets, at night.
Seeing parents, out for a stroll, child between them, holding their
hands. Laughing at (or with) the beat cops as they ignore the queens
blowing mocking kisses at them. The love song of cats mating in an
alley. Even the broken neon sign which now proclaims “RENT
AL.” It’s wondrous, glorious, mysterious.
Later, I will sit comfortably on a hill, high above and to the
west. The bombs I planted at the refinery will detonate. And that
whole stinking cesspool will be consumed by a beautiful crimson glow.
Feel free to share your thoughts on "The City."
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