Bird's Eye View
Calloway stood on the balcony of his hillside home sipping his customary cup of hot coffee with a dash of mocha and artificial sweetener as a gentle breeze flapped the hem of his blue cotton robe. He marveled at the city skyline from across the bay as it slowly emerged from the gray mist of the early morning fog. A gold hue of sunlight fought to pierce the hazy veil. And that's when he saw it. Something he hadn't noticed before. He caught himself laughing aloud.
The buildings resembled a closed fist with the middle building rising above the others.
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5 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Nice one Michael. What a terrific idea.I wonder which city that one is? I love the way you have used language to transport me there.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Maybe that means "Our city is number one!"
Maybe not...
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Michael D. Brooks over 5 years ago
Neville, I try to say as much as I can with as little as I have.
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Michael D. Brooks over 5 years ago
Christopher, yes, I guess you could get away with saying that. 🖕🏾😀
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
I think you underestimate yourself Michael. I am so pleased you’re posting more work, more regularly.
