A door banged, back by the lighted window in the desolate black street.

Far down in the black street, police whistles were already shrilling.

His graffiti-laden paintings made the black street aesthetic attractive to white art collectors.

It got dark and the rain-clouded lights of the stores were soaked up by the black street.

Green trees have been swirled onto the black and white street like the rotations of a wand.

Once out of the shopping center, he walked for half an hour along a street so black it shone.

Gary was only another shapeless bundle of nothing on the black street.

The white snowflakes turned a dirty gray when they hit the black street.

And she, too, stared out onto the black, wet street.

Then he settled the gun on his leg and set off down the black street.