Weary travellers we both were, although I was still an unknown companion, when we finally reached the city’s outskirts. They were colourful, different shades weaving between one another so gracefully that you could hardly look away.
My driver pulled into an open bay and the engine cut inaudibly beneath the noise of the street beyond. I dropped to the ground from my perch
on the lorry’s trailer and edged round to the passenger side as my chauffeur
opened the cab door. I desperately wanted to follow the shifting patterns on
the walls and the people between them but instead I kept my focus, following my
driver as they made their way off into the crowd.
I tailed them from a distance feeling as if I’d become one
of the colours of the street, weaving my own way between the thronging streets
of the suburban marketplace. A smile slipped onto my lips as I watched my
companion step into a shop on the left of the street and I approached, readying
myself to step through as well.
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