Big City
“You have arrived.”
I squinted to see if I recognized the building from Google’s Street View. I saw a nondescript warehouse. It was tucked away in the heart of an abandoned lot, and the street felt lonely. The only sign of movement was a flickering streetlamp. I parked my car and scurried to the murky fixture. CC was spray-painted on the door, identical to the lettering on my invitation.
