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The street lights

It was late at night. Somewhere in the middle of the night. The bright neons sprayed light on everyone at this time on the street. The pigeons stayed high up on the roofs looking down at the crowd below, cursing it because they knew that their place was supposed to be down below, for some reason. The largest crowd was in front of a night club called “The Black Cat.” Here people came to forget about their problems, and find new ways of life. But this was also a place where the youths met and without their parents knowledge drank large amounts of whiskey, and cocktails. Here also some of them forgot their age and tried to act like adults, usually making idiots out of themselves. The second largest crowd was in front of a Restaurant “The Big Apple”. The best meals on this street but also the most expensive. Mostly the richer came here. Either to impress the ordinary people on the street with what they had access to, or to talk about business. Although the restaurant was prospering very well the owner decided to earn some more money by opening a casino at the back. That was already the 10th owner with the same idea. The rest didn’t live long enough to be happy with what they got.
Time slowly went on. More people started to pop up on the street. Some only to later head for the next one, and some to enter one of the buildings on both sides of the street. It was about 3AM when from one of the buildings a loud cry came from the bedroom of one of the apartments. A fresh couple, wife and husband, made an argument over something. Whatever it was it caused a large amount of interest. A lonely police car arrived and two officers went into the apartment. After fifteen minutes they came out with the wife. The crowd only heard her say: “It wasn’t me! It just shot off!” But the officers didn’t listen. They put her at the back and drove off. A few minutes later an ambulance came and took away the husbands body, apparently dried of any life.
Finally at around 6AM the pigeons left their hiding places and now formed their own crowed down on the street. There were nearly no people there, most of them now asleep. One particular man was still sitting on a bench next to a bus stop. He looked up and noticed that one shop still had its lights on. He looked how the shadows that it formed now lay on the pavement. He started to turn his head slightly to see whether the shape or look of these shadows would change. After a shorter while he looked at his wristwatch and checked the time. He stood up, stretched out and then sat down again. “I love these street lights.”

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