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The Sidewalk People

Photo by Eric Tompkins on Unsplash

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.

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Lindsay Rae Brown

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