/lit/ - Literature

Detroit, the city at night. The industrial behemoth, illuminated by the moon, reveals her true nature. Alleys and storefronts, veiled windows and taverns, banal in the light of day, bear mystery and intrigue beneath the shroud of darkness. The faded browns and tans characterizing the cityscape are replaced by the vulgar glow of neon signs and the yellow, flickering, glimmer of streetlights, which cast long shadows into the night. Rats scamper in the darkness. Sewer grates issue prodigious plumes of steam. The streets are alive with festivity. Car horns honk incessantly as silhouetted prostitutes adorned in feather boas advertise their wares. Hip dandies and brawling drunks stalk the sidewalks, sizing up passerby. Junkies and vagabonds huddle around trashcan fires, looking for a fix. In a city infatuated with cars, every head turns when the detectives in the ‘Cuda pass by.