“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” she tilted her head and admired the twinkling lights coming from the hotel rooms across the road.
He let out a soft chuckle, “You act like you’ve never been the city.”
Was it that obvious? She wanted to say but looked away instead. It’s true she had never been to the city or anywhere outside her hometown of 600 people though she had seen the city in the blurry Polaroids her sister sent every week when she decided to leave to go to school in the heart of Chicago. The Polaroids were a blur at the beginning since her sister was learning to use the camera for the first time but they had improved as time went on.
She turned and his stare brought her back to the present. “Well, you don’t have to be a first time visitor to appreciate the nighttime scenery of the city.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.