The Atrium
Sadie looked around the ruins of the Winter Garden Atrium in the financial district of downtown Manhattan. She remembered as a child her father would take her there for shopping or a bite to eat. Now…it had been only a shadow of itself. There was an eerie feel to it, as if it would come alive and the metal framing of the greenhouse like dome would become tentacles, coming down, reaching for her. It had a waterfront view. Tall palm trees in the center if it all. She often questioned how palm trees could grow there.
