Spare a Little Hope

“Hello Ms….” Another door is slammed in my face, the force shaking a slight coat of dust off its crude wooden surface. No one will listen. What are they so scared of? They obviously aren’t scared of disintegrating.

I walk through the empty streets kicking a sand colored rock down the street making a path in the sand coating the ground. I look around scanning every window, watching on-lookers duck behind their curtains when they are spotted.

Now with sun going down one would expect to see lights glowing from within the houses like any other night. Tonight not one lamp is lit accentuating the growing darkness as the invisible sun sinks below the horizon.

Perhaps if I’m lucky the colors will show themselves to me again. Maybe he could spare me a little hope.

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