Shirley Blancas

The Musician and The Beast

The sun shown bright above the sky that day, its long golden rays warming up the ground below. The great city stood, buildings stretching up towards the sky, the light reflecting off the windows creating a shimmering glare. People walked around the sidewalks, oblivious of anyone else, running into them and shouting whenever it happened. Some went to work; some walked dogs, others rode bikes while others chose to jog instead, listening to music to drown out the sounds of honking cars from the dreadful amount of traffic.