Not Alone

The traffic light directs the lonely, city street. I feel the soft crunch of the year's first snowfall beneath my favorite pair of running sneakers. The apple green light begs me not to cross the street. It doesn't matter. It is not the driverless cars that I fear. It is what lurks in the shadows that frightens me to the depths of my soul. 

Author's Note

A small writing prompt I did for class

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

This is very good the creeps at most everyones soul. Fear in the night and crossing the unknown street.