The woman with the long, thick, black hair crossed the street. She had walked this way thousands of times in the past. But today was different from the many times before. She wasn’t in a rush and every step seemed to be well placed. Automatically she missed out the cracks in the pavement. It had been a while, but she remembered the way so well. She couldn’t believe she had forgotten how much she loved these streets, this city, but now that she was back it filled her with pride to call this place her home. This was where she belonged.
She stopped in front of an old building. As a little child she had been scared of it. Bobby Dowling once told her that a whole family got killed there and their souls never left the building. The ghosts of the family were still walking through the house and wouldn’t want anybody to ever live there again.
An old lady tapped her shoulder. “Is there anything I can do for you, dear? Is there anyone I could call?” “No, and thank you, please madam, I ain’t lost, just wandering.” The old lady nodded, gave her a smile and moved on.
“There are so many memories at this place and they seem so fresh” she thought. Then all the people she had met came to her mind. These wonderful, wonderful people. “They are the wonders of my world!”
She detached her eyes from the old building and moved on. Slowly as she did before. The air was thick and opaque, but she liked it. That’s just what she knew her city like. There were so many little details that she loved about this city. For example on a sunny day when everybody wears short skirts and shorts, the shades thrown on the street, the smell and the happy faces. But most of all she liked it in the city when two worlds collide. “There are always different sides whether you look at the people or the government. It shows that people are not just going to stand everything. That they’ll take everything and not say a word about it. And it shows that the people unite to fight against the things they just can’t take. The people in this city are alive and strong and right there in the moment. The people in this city are what makes this place so special.” she thought. The people in this city were the reason the women with the long, thick, black hair and the big brown eyes called this place her home.
As she walked on she gave a stranger a smile. Those people were the wonders of her world.