The foursome stepped into the street from the snow covered knoll known as Dungallan park that rose up from the waterfront. The street was dark between the intermittent lights that hung over the road that crawled up and wound around the bend of the sound. The rise of the earth opposite the street and the smattering of homes over it blocked off most of the city, leaving only a gentle glowing silhouette around the earthy darkness.
Still holding her hand, Orlando squeezed Nicollette’s fingers and gave a nod of the head up the road. “C’mon. It’s no far.”
The four of them strolled along the wet street, soft snowflakes dropping from the starry sky. With every step the lilting din of celebration grew from a faint sound to a rolling buzz...Read More