The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. He peered out of his window into the darkness, was there someone out there that day or was his mind making a game up,
The hospital shut down and so did the hope that remained,
Omari could not pick up the calls, feared his father was too in grave danger, he rushed to the same park where it began...
perhaps there lies at the top a sight of what hunger devourse too...

© Jaya Sharma