Reflections in the glass, and the shadow of each leaf had a different story to tell – about the visitors to this side of town. It was not a very busy street now, except for that fateful night.
An army stormed in to destroy all human life in sight, but took nothing. Did they come from outside? Or had they always lived in autumn leaves, separated from the branches? Were they all living or dead? Unborn souls crushed before they could bloom? Crushed spirits out for revenge?
It was a red-light area, now deserted after strange happenings were reported by some.