Everyone is Gone — Except Me
It used to be a bustling street — just a short walk from Hyde Park with the constant flow of traffic, sometimes annoying and sometimes calming. But it was home — my home, a place where I’ve lived happily for thirty years.
Now though, the street below my burnt-out home is silent. Not a single car has gone up the street for what feels like months, but is actually just a matter of days — no more than a week.