The Quiet Township

As the wind whistles through the empty buildings and the dust rides it's currents leaving a irreplaceable mark upon the streets, a lonely tumbleweed meanders by, all is dry and alone. The stench of fatigue is rampant as the sun sets behind the clouds to the west. A storm builds to the east, but the rain will only dampen spirits and fill this place with darkness and loathing. As a crack of thunder breaks the masthead of the storm open, pouring the icy sludge into the air, Allentown cries out for the fruits of commerce to defend it's broken community. While the storm consumes the rooftops of the small township, dispair is burned into the souls of all here. Retribution? Rebirth? Not today I fear. Not today. The ground begins to break, and the borough is all but swallowed by this predator of time and space. As the storm slowly passes, Allentown embraces the cold mud in which it rests. All that remains is the warrant of tomorrow. Left only alive enough to endure the strife to come, the quiet township carries on.