It could have been an art installation – a dark sphere atop City Hall, a spray of scarlet thread, five hundred people frozen in place, eyes wide with pain and disbelief. That hadn’t been the start, of course. Only moments earlier, there’d been bustling, cheery chaos – marchers, vendors, dancers, celebrants of all kinds, from babes in papooses to nonagenarians in gaily decorated wheelchairs. And a bright sparkly ball on City Hall’s short spire. He’d noticed it himself, and made his way up the front steps to ask someone what it was all about. A cheerful representation of the Earth, maybe – marking the promise of San Francisco’s new ban on human-driven cars.
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“Start Wearing Purple, Ch. 8”
NIAD 7
Published 28-Oct-2017
About the story: Another round of Novel in a Day.