Chris Wiblitzhouser

Abandoned Streets

It had long ago grown dark as the number of people out and about gradually lessened until there was almost nobody left on the empty, abandoned streets. The bars were closing down. Signs of life subsided. Cassie shivered violently as she pulled her heavy coat tighter around her rail-thin body, the hood mostly obscuring her face. She would have to find a place to hide away from the world unseen soon, the nightly struggle. Fortunately, she knew just the place.