Day 20: Sounds of the City

For @thepromptfoundry ’s Jazzy July 349 word Hazbin Hotel ficlet. ~ Every city had its own heartbeat, its own rhythm, its own unending background melody. New Orleans had the trundle of the street cars, the occasional bellow of warning horns on the river or the railroad tracks, the clop of horse hooves growing scarcer each year as the rumble and roar of combustion engines took their place, street…