Ashley-Rose Lee Lepore

Jacob's Sinn

I walk slowly, contemplating the sound of my footsteps. They echo on the deathly empty street, bounce off the closed windows and return to my ears twisted and deformed. My footsteps are the only sign of life in this grey ghost town tonight. During the daytime people scurry to work like rats, but the moon sees no one. It is almost past curfew, and no one wants to be out after curfew.