#Writcoshortstory. #Thestreetonce
#Covid-19effect

Restlessly she set on her bed, after a long day out. Looking out the window she could see the familiar street that she had walked a thousand times. The light from the setting sun made everything look Orange. The wood benches place on the street looks warm and inviting. As she blankly keeps looking at the wooden bench, she recalls the day she seat on that hardwood and thought of the day how the streets...