Week #33 100WC - Olivia

Laughter vibrated through the deserted street. Wet shoes slapped against the even wetter concrete; the smell of mould drifted through the night air. I stepped into the dim light of a street lamp and looked down at my shadow. The outline blurred against the ever changing water. It reminded me of home. I suddenly felt a chill crawl up my spine. Jack decided he was going home so we said goodbye and continued. Rounding the corner we came to a stop. That's when we heard it, the deafening screams echoed through the cold night. I really hoped Jack was alright.