aftermath

by ronrobertson

The distant memories of the previous summer have faded. Those that remember speak in hushed voices, while other went on their daily routines. The city remained as it was before, buildings of glass and steel glimmering in the sunlight casting dark shadows behind them. Aftermath…

21. Chapter 21

He waved from the street as she closed the door. He put his hands in his pockets to warm them from the chill. The night was silent the only sound was his shoes as they fell against the road. He stared at his apartment building as he approached. The lower floors were lit a pale yellow light flowed into the night. Looking up there was just darkness at the top. The only light was his apartment, like a beacon calling him home.