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There is a City

There was a city.
A women is making sure her flowers are watered. A family is leaving for church. They are running late. The mother is trying to get the children in their nice clothing. An old woman sits on her porch, rocking back and forth. She thinks of her son, off in a distant country. A boy is robbing a store. He doesn’t want to do it but he needs to survive somehow. He does enjoy the rush though. A man yells at his wife. The magic left their marriage a long time ago. Two teens walk through a park. They are holding hands. They are both virgins, though not for much longer. A small girl builds a sand castle. Her little brother wants to smash it. He decides to go on the swings instead.

There is a city.

The streets are empty. Dirt fills the air. It is hard to see down the street. If there are people, they are inside. Food is hard to find. A rat scampers across a road. There is little noise. It is a ghost town. A monument to the greatness of a dead society. A monument to the failure of a civilization.

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