A Girl With Her Thoughts (A Collection Of Short Stories)

Pieces of The City

The city was quiet, blanketed in the dark, murky night sky. Streetlights cast a dim yellowley glow on the damp concrete, like small, sad suns. It had poured earlier that day, like the sky was mourning the loss of someone, forcing the city and everyone in it to grieve with it. Skylar walked slowly down the dampened street, absorbing the mesmerizing scene around her. It was late, in that little time frame that some considered to be late at night, or very early in the morning. No one was out, so Skylar was alone to drink in her surroundings. She lifted her camera and snapped a picture carefully. Almost if the soft "click" of the camera would disturb the serene beauty of the city and scare it away. The night air was still except for the quiet clicks of everlasting memory. She did this often, always taking pieces of the world and stowing them away. She is the world's most appreciated thief, but the most unknown one. She is as silent as the world's best robber, but is as talented as the best artists of the world.

The sun began to peek over the skyline and the quiet world around her started to wake with the orangey light seeping through their windows. Skylar snapped her last few treasurers and slipped away into the early morning sun, just like the moon, taking the last whispers of the night with her. Each night, Skylar returns, stealing pieces of the city that would never be missed, but would always be appreciated.