The 200-Meter Dash

Now, as the lights of the Tower began to twinkle away and the crowds dissipated, the vendors were quick to return to their nightly duties. Red and blue suddenly washed over the large courtyard beneath the tower, illuminating their pale, worried faces, like deer caught in headlights. Marlyn and I watched with pure fascination as police sprinted in hot pursuit after the vendors, who fled like criminals running from a drug deal. They hid behind bushes, clutching their rings of Eiffel Towers to their chests as to quiet the clink-clanks of the trinkets.

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Just a lil travel essay I wrote for English class.