From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I squint through the shop window at that new Erector Set, its steel girders shimmering under the hiss of the gaslight while my sister hums "Peg o' My Heart" for the hundredth time. The street is a chaotic blur of long wool coats and high-collared silhouettes, all dodging the mud as the newsboys scream about a twenty-five million dollar bill for new roads. It is time for deeds not words if I ever want to drive a motorcar on that smooth pavement. I pull my cap low, watching the neon flicker against the darkening sky, dreaming of a future that feels as fast as a zipper.