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Submitted to Contest #98
The night draped over the neighborhood like a glittering black veil, covering all in a quiet, vacant still. Not a creature stirred, not a car passed through the damp streets, no branches blew. The only movement that existed came from the metronome like drip, drip, dripping of drops of water from the tips of leaves and edges of rooftops that glistened in the clear of the night. Not a light stood lit in any house. With the exception of one small, oil lamp in the upstairs bedroom of #9 Fawkes Avenue, where a spindly man sat hunched over a desk ...
A writer trying her best to get out of a rut.
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