Night Shift Neon

The newsstand counter began shuttering for the evening, but right above, a vibrant neon diner arrow hummed into life! I scurried up a metal bracket to get a closer look. A rubber cable clip holding the power lead was popped half-loose, vibrating wildly against the brick mortar. A loose wire in the dark? Not on my watch. I wedged my boots into a brick groove, caught the thick black wire with both hands, and levered it back into its channel. One swift heel press snapped the latch shut with a crisp click. Zero buzz, pure steady crimson glow. The block is safe!