A story in 250 words or less about your favourite city.
It was love at first sight, as it always had been. And it was cold. The kind of cold that was so characteristic of
in December. As she wheeled her heavy suitcase out of the airport she breathed in the icy, fresh air. She quickly jumped in a black cab and told the driver her destination. As the cab whizzed through her darling city she peered out of the window, marvelling at the beloved sights that she had missed so greatly over the past three years. She stared with amazement at the hoards of last minute Christmas shoppers as they weaved through London Oxford Street, the group of Carollers singing beside the twenty meter Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square, and making their way through the bright lights of , her most favourite of sights. The cab finally pulled into the driveway. Her heart soared at the sight of the large cobblestone cottage covered in snow and sparkling with a thousand tiny white Christmas lights. It was the most beautiful place she had ever known. Her skin began to tingle as she stepped out of the cab into the winter evening and she pulled her coat tight around her. She knew she was shivering from sheer elation. Even though years had passed she knew nothing had changed. She was right where she was supposed to be. She was home. Chelsea Bridge