Illumination
on Gotham's desolation.
Hope is projected.
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I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica247 days ago in Fiction
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Clever and unique entry for the challenge. Best of luck!
As someone who loves Batman, I loved this. I loved the outlook, and I really enjoyed how you worded this. Great job!