Streetlight Pact

Streetlights agree to guide one late walker home. As she turns corners, bulbs blink on ahead and dim behind, making a breadcrumb trail of light. Cars slow, confused by the choreography. She wonders who orchestrates the glow until she passes the final lamp and finds a sticky note taped to the pole: "Made it? Good. Tomorrow take the scenic route; the sunset misses you." The lamp winks out, satisfied with its small act of city magic.

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