[100 days of 100 words] 69/100 Death in Boston

[kitchen_kink]

The last sun glances off the top of the wedding cake building, and the Pru shines orange-pink against a dimming sky. The fire of autumn lights its windows and makes it a screaming beacon in the sharp wind. The sight is so astonishing that it stops me on Mass Ave, arrests me in my progress to the department of parking in Cambridge. From Central Square you can see all the way to Boston if you look south down that great artery, across the river and beyond.

A single gull rises far off, shadowed black. I don’t even see the bus.

Comments

[bluepapercup]

There was a time in my life when I was so consumed by beauty and pain that I would have happily gone this way.

[dietrich.livejournal.com]

That's both...beautiful and sad. I'm glad you're not this way anymore, and hope you're mainly consumed by beauty now. :)