100wc by Chloe

It is night…the abandoned street sat in silence, the radiant lights shone upon the damp icy roads. The road markings were broken ladders. Heavy rain was drumming on the bin lids, the shadows lingered watching, waiting like bandits

. Street lights were guarding the roads waiting for their next victim. The grid bars were like prison cells. The starless bible-black sky was a statue. Every tree was shivering and dancing.

The road island cried a river of rain drops. Orange lights painted the top of the trees in the spot light. A human figure crouched in a long black cloak.