A London Night

Charlie Beaumont
Aug 23, 2020 · 3 min read
Illustration by: Yevhen

The city’s tall buildings engulfed the skyline as I drive, an honour which didn’t feel like much of one in these trying times. London had fallen, at least as an economic power and the pound would get you half of your journey as the price of a ticket on the underground had risen. The blotches of colour that the sun brought at night were the only comfort and similarity that rose from the churn of the now quiet city.
If you had told me that growing up in this…