No one had a strong preference, so they started walking with no destination in mind.
The sparse stores devolved into warehouses, and the sidewalks were littered with patches of crabgrass. As the sun sank in the horizon, they despaired about ever finding their way home.
Somehow Madonna’s voice and the refracting light of the candlelight made it seem natural that puppets in this cafe in the middle of nowhere could move like living beings.
Although the cavern was dimly lit, the chamber was bright with the reflection of the treasure.
“That’s all there is to the story,” the bartender said, and made his way back to the swinging doors that led to the kitchen.