The Sidewalk People
The midnight air nipped at Beth’s skin. It was telling her to go back to her hotel room, go back to the quiet safety of a warm bath and complimentary slippers. As the evening drew to a close, the city sidewalk was packed tight with bodies and clouds of cigarette smoke. Voices merrily quarrelled in a drunken stupor as methodical bass reverberated steadily from the club behind a red velvet rope.