HOLLY
”Mind if I run a fast errand?” Dylan asked. “It’s not far.”
We were walking the beautifully lit streets of the East Village, huddling close to avoid the cold. There was a winter storm gathering. It wasn’t quite here yet, but you could feel it in the air — actually taste it on your tongue if you opened your mouth long enough. It was something we didn’t have in Texas, and I was jealous of it.
“Is it a good errand or a bad errand?” I smiled.
“Neither one, really. I just need to duck into someplace real quick.”
Dylan pulled me through Cooper’s Square. The apartments and condos here were decked out in shimmering white lights made to look like icicles. A cone of larger bulbs had been strung around a central pole, creating a makeshift Christmas tree with a colorful star on top.
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