Point of View

The breeze picked up as I walked down the abandoned street. Dead leaves spun around in the air, making me feel trapped. With each slow step I take, I seem to become more lonely. The overgrown lawns make it obvious the street has been deserted for years. As the end nears closer

The breeze picked up as she walked down the abandoned street. Dead leaves spun in the air around her, almost creating a prison. With each slow step she took, she convinced herself that she was alone. The overgrown lawns assured her that the street was deserted; little did she know someone was watching.