Christmas Eve seemed a good time to return.
He passed ancient empty churches. A chapel had been converted into a bar and revelers poured in and out.
Pubs were packed and beer seemed to flow everywhere.
The streets were full of people visiting emporiums fronted by coloured lights and gaudy artificial trees. They exchanged money for things.
He noticed doorways where beggars sat ignored by passers-by. No one gave them the things they’d bought.
Occasionally someone dropped them a coin, but to Him they appeared to need more than money.
“This place cannot be redeemed,” He thought and vanished forever.
He passed ancient empty churches. A chapel had been converted into a bar and revelers poured in and out.
Pubs were packed and beer seemed to flow everywhere.
The streets were full of people visiting emporiums fronted by coloured lights and gaudy artificial trees. They exchanged money for things.
He noticed doorways where beggars sat ignored by passers-by. No one gave them the things they’d bought.
Occasionally someone dropped them a coin, but to Him they appeared to need more than money.
“This place cannot be redeemed,” He thought and vanished forever.
