Here the buildings created a kind of wonder. They sparkled in the sun light and reflected the mass of clouds passing over the blue sky in their many diamond like windows. They spoke of time, and influence, and money. Someone had put a lot of thought into their designs and created works of art.

Bucharest did the opposite. The Communism style buildings soaked all the beauty around up like a sponge and gave nothing back. They spoke of speed and functionality. The drab grey concrete sides made one sad just to drive by, which was a loss because the country side surrounding the city was so beautiful. The people were inspiring as Sarah heard their stories of survival. But the city scrape, at least the real city scape where real people lived, reflected none of that beauty.

Sure she could stay here…

Fiction Friday is for me to have fun and get back in the habit of writing fiction. I hope you enjoy it! To check out the previous installments of this story click here. The first one is at the bottom.

I’m using the Gypsy Mama’s Friday prompts to get me started. Every Friday writers join together at for Five Minute Friday. One word, five minutes, no editing, and no back tracking. Come join the fun!

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