Crimson rays from the setting sun had stirred life in to the lank, concrete buildings. The glower of taxi headlights had greeted me with their vitality; and had sculpted hopes and dreams inside my heart. I had watched a man limp up Lexington Avenue. He’d asked the world what their dreams were; or had been. I had tried to offer him an answer; but his silhouette had vanished within the towering steam that had emanated from the street’s drains. And, I had known then, that that flash had been my New York minute.
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The imagery here is wonderful. I was “there” while reading it.
Thanks. I haven’t yet had the pleasure in visiting New York. My visions in this piece came second-hand from movies and music. Hopefully one day I will go 🙂
The first sentence is my favorite. So simple, yet I could totally see it. And how you speak of it bringing life to the buildings (otherwise dead) is wonderful. I live near L.A., and that IS just how it is. 🙂
Sometimes I try to make the settings become characters in themselves 🙂 Wow, L.A is another place I’d love to visit one day! 🙂 Thanks so much for your wonderful feedback on my story 🙂
Perfect snippet of the big city. Haven’t been there in 5 years or so but you capture the vibe well. Hope you can visit some day!
Thank you 🙂
Very visual 🙂
Thanks Eric 🙂
Excellent paragraph, Donna.
Thanks Daniel 🙂
Very nice, Littlebird.
Thank you 🙂
Really beautiful and rich in emotion :))
Thank you so much 🙂
Beautifully written prose and an outstanding and abrupt end which leaves the reader to contemplate the intelligence of your mind., This is Anand Bose from Kerala.
Hello Anand Bose. Lovely to meet you here on WP. I’m Donna from London in the UK. Thank you so much for reading New York and commenting with such lovely feedback. Best Wishes, and I look forward to reading your work.