Somersaults (Part 1)

From a pedestrian’s perspective, the avenue was just a sea of buildings. But for us living in it, it was something else. The news arrived as a hearsay at first, from gossip mongers who strut on the arcaded sidewalks that shaded them from the sun. One of them closed her umbrella and approached our shop.

Our store occupied one of the mid-rise buildings that shaped this part of the city and glowed in neon signage when the night set in. The tattletale removed her sunglasses, placed it on our glass counter, and fanned herself with a tabloid.