Ken McDonald

The Locket

The sound of sirens can be heard coming from outside in the streets. Which is no different from any other night in the city. There is always something going on. Something dark, something chaotic, something underhanded, and something terrible. The hooligans have their way with any passersby and the homeless crowd around in droves. The Police display their power with a brutality that is unmatched. Drugs flood the streets in the form of opioid pills. The church is dead. Hope and faith is gone with it. The darkness is tangible. This is New York city, 2099.