The huge plane gleamed silver and blue.
He wore grey. She was in unforgettable pink.
The long car was shiny dark blue, moving slowly so everyone could see them, worship them.
All was perfect. Nothing could go wrong. The journey was nearly complete.
A right turn away from the city streets, into a pretty green park. Less people. Neat lawns.
The huge rooftop clock read 12.29 as the sharp left turn was negotiated.
The car crawled.
The noon sun shone bright…..
The sun turned cold over President Street.