Written for OLWG# 272
Mort swung left into Chinatown and found himself moving through a maze of narrow streets and alleyways beneath strings of red paper lanterns. Neon lit the night, and pedestrians teemed in front of the green Buick. He turned to the slightly worn-looking blonde on the seat next to him.
“I’m going to have to ask for directions, or we’ll never find the place.” He said.
“Don’t stop.” she told him, “Take a left on Pine and park across from the alley. I know the way.”
This week’s prompts were:
- the road’s been my redeemer
- like my favourite balloon