Chapter Twelve

The sun had faded, the streetlights were on, and neon painted faces glowed brightly in the dark. First came the police in full uniform riding their motorbikes slowly down the road, squad cars with the blue and red lights flashing, followed by proud officers upon horseback. A few meters behind came skateboarders performing tricks, gymnasts bending over, some doing handstands continuing along the road. The crowds roared in delight. Security guards marked by bright yellow jackets patrolled the road ensuring no one broke through the barricades.

Four fire engines were flashing bright lights, headlights flickering, siren blasting. They stopped briefly then continued slowly down the road.

“Finally.” Sarah shouted excitedly above the noise.” Grinning at Hayley, she said. “You were right. I’m glad we came here.”

People pushed balloon carts, blowing hooters, threw bunches of balloons at the crowds, arms stretched out to catch them. In t