Assignment #4

Prompt:
Write a scene from the perspective of someone (drugged, foreigner, fevered, etc.) who familiarizes the familiar; in other words: describes the world around him/her in a fresh, unexpected way.

The city streets normally wouldn’t have deterred her. They were the same as all other cities: Main St., Market St., 29th St. The lights were dim, the homeless people stooped over their scarse belongings, and the loud music emanating from the crowded clubs. All the usual elements of the vivacious city life. Only tonight things were different. The different country, the different streets, the different building and people. Even the brilliance of the moon seemed to have a different glow to it; it seemed almost more authentic, more quaint, more alive, than in the San Franciscan sky.

As she walked down the red cobblestone road, her fingertips gently graced the weathered buildings. Each brick shone brightly under the night moon. The coarse texture excited her as she fearlessly walked the streets of Florence. The uneven stonework of the roads caused her to stumble on occasions, but the steadfast walls held her up with its own uneven surface.

Upon turning the corner, the clay facade of the fountain splashed cool water out from its out as the hollow eyes pierced through the passersby. The crystal clear water of the fountain generated a strange cleanliness and purity that seemed to wash away the hesitation and doubt. The quiet water quelled her fear and intoxicated her with Italian amour.