Short Story Preview: Let there be Light
There were lights in all the windows. There were lights on all the buildings and monuments, in all the trees and shrubs. When I first saw the rosy glow in the sky, I panicked, thinking we were descending into a whole burning town. But as we fell from thirty-five thousand feet to hurtle along the flying runway between the skyscrapers, I relaxed. No town, anywhere, could have offered us a more beautiful welcome. Street lamps were linked by chains of fairy lights, high-rise buildings, seemingly decked in diamonds, wore necklaces of lights that tumbled down their walls to fountain-lit courtyards below. Breathtaking.
The airport’s glass doors slid open to let us out and, although it was one in the morning, the air from the street hit our faces, hot and forceful like a hairdryer. Now that we were down, I was amazed to see almost as many silk flowers as lights. They garlanded petrol pumps, gateposts and even road signs. As the hotel’s air-conditioned car bore us away through the orderly traffic, the feeling of unreality continued. Staring out at this wonderland of lights and flowers, I marvelled at the panorama of young people strolling by; pretty girls in summer dresses with their good-looking escorts in loose floral shirts. I could just see a pen and ink cityscape of this in a modern London gallery. On a background of apricot-coloured sugar-paper (for the rosy glow of the lights) would be this profusion of glossy black heads and flirty white dresses. In the foreground we’d see one or two of these flawless classical faces with lively black eyes and peerless white teeth.
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