The department store
stood on the corner of two streets with names that no longer mattered.
Rotted bodies littered
the sidewalk, mixed with trash and bits of debris.
At first the sight was
horrifying, but today it was just another part of the scenery.
“This’ll do.”
A woman spoke. I didn’t recognize her. She was older, maybe in her fifties.
Her face was worn,
freckled and leathered.
Her hair was gray, the
red tips telling me that she had dyed her hair in her previous life.
Who had she lost?
It pained me that
wondering what a person had lost was the first thought that entered my mind.
“Top floor, board up the
windows, should be safe.”
A man, Paul, I
think.
We agreed. We had found our temporary home.
The sun was already setting
on the horizon.
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