Stranger in a Strange Town

PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson 

As I trudged up the short flight of stairs, I wondered if this was how my life was going to end.  Looking through the wide-open windows of a stranger.  In a strange town.  I had always wondered why people didn’t put curtains over their windows.  They were always too trusting.  Too kind.  I counted there being at least three people inside as I wondered who would answer my knocking.  As the homemade blood soaked my shirt, I wonder who’d be the first to go.  I only hoped it wasn’t the child I heard singing from the second-floor window. 

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