Mistasia

        Rustling branches, teased by the breeze as it swiftly shifts through the city's abandoned park. The cool night air causes the streets, warmed by the blazing sun just hours before, to let off a haunting mist that writhes and dissipates into the dark. A distant roar fills the air as the city's busier streets echo against the looming walls of stone.        No soft click of a woman's heels accompany this echo. No floods of light expose the shadowed walls as a car races by. Only solitude. Stepping away from my perch at an aging window pane, I let off a deep sigh. It's the same thing every night. I waste countless hours staring out this w