Creative writing
The crowds became stronger, the traffic louder, buildings taller. I lost my grip on my mother’s hand but she didn’t notice, I stumbled but once I had picked myself up I had lost her and I had lost sight of my father’s head- the crowds had pulled me back and were blocking the path to my parents, then panic hit me and the city pounced on me. It began to push me forward and pull me back like the tides of the sea; I couldn’t fight the current of people and now the city had me in its concrete grasp. I tried to shout but was being silenced by the marching and chanting of thousands of bodies all struggling against me. I started to look around in desperation for a patch of space, somewhere to escape this onslaught if only for a second. Then I spotted my chance through the murky waters of the crowd, it was a perfect island of bright green grass nestling in amongst the blank faces and metallic structures. I had to go for it so I summoned up my strength and powered through the legs of these strange, confusing people until I reached it.