I’ve never known a place so new and fresh to seem so old and tired at precisely the same time. This was a new town, only about five years old, and yet it just seemed so much like every other town. Every single shop was part of a chain. Other than the order they were presented in, there was nothing to distinguish this town from another. Even to look up above the hoardings was to see nothing special. This could have been any of hundreds of modern city centres.
But even this is nothing new; is this a hackneyed view?
But even this is nothing new; is this a hackneyed view?
Written for 100 Word Challenge #375 on Velvet Verbosity
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