tonight is silent

by ann

Tucked in a narrow alleyway off a busy avenue, my apartment is subject to the whims of the city and its people. Weekdays bring the padding of purposeful steps, the occasional tinkling dog collar, and a few drawn out honks for good measure while weekends bear the click-clacking of high heels and loud drunken laughter rounded out with a faint dance number. But tonight is silent.

Convenience stores have been emptied of their flashlights and a few lonely gallons of water lay on the shelves. The streets are quiet, as are the subway stations that have shut down. We all lie in wait for what’s to come.

Stay safe, all.

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