Twilight fled the city. The little light that cowered beneath street lamps only made the shadows seem fiercer. In some places in the city, these pools of light might have felt safe and warm. In some places the lamps served to light the way home. In the Gardens, they only pointed out how alone you truly were. There were only three kinds of people who would willingly stand or pass under a street lamp in the Gardens: wolves, foxes, and the little lost sheep they preyed upon. Even the wolves made certain they had bigger wolves waiting in the shadows before they would stand beneath the lamps. Gangers making a show of strength on their turf always kept the greater part of that strength hidden. Whores and pushers gave a portion of their profits to the bodyguards standing outside the light. The lost tourists and the slumming rich kids, on the other hand, sought the lights as places of safety. It was not a mistake they repeated. Those who even had an opportunity to repeat it were luckier than most.
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In continuing with my penchant for posting, I would like to point out that when I got to the wolves, foxes, & lost sheep part of the story, I had a very strange image of Babe meets Miller's Crossing. Luckily, I am, in fact, able to comprehend some of the more elementary concepts of imagery and soon figured out what the author was conveying. Once this occurred, I soon realized that I liked his use of this literary tool and was impressed by its application.
-J
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