Departure

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and Darren descended the walk-up’s stairs for the last time. He stuffed a bag into the rented Buick and forced the door shut. ‘Time to go,’ his best friend, Chris, announced from the passenger’s seat as a truck pulled behind the idling car. The truck driver signaled his displeasure. Pete, Darren’s roommate and sometime lover, emerged from the building. Darren hugged Pete, then slid into the driver’s seat. ‘Wait! Let me get a pic,’ Pete cried. He captured them, their heads jutting from their respective windows, with the just-opened World Trade Center as the backdrop. With that, the duo began their adventure from Soho to Soma.