There is no place like home, they say but it feels nothing like home around here anymore. Starting to feel a little odd, grabbed my jacket thinking that the answer should be outside. Opening the door - my street appeared like a war zone.
This street used to be full of life, cars going up and down, kids playing and making funny noises.
Morbid thoughts inside my head as I was staring at empty bottles all around, leftovers, boxes, wrecked cars - shocking the houses were intact . Why ?
[ to be continued ]
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