Silently Knocking

Here it was. And there they were, speaking between their windows. These homes are into one another. The only thing blocking them are their fences. The ones ripped from the ground every night, usually two.

Horses walked these streets once. Horses that carried great, knowledgeable men and women. They knew how dangerous it was then, yes, you horses. The damn things would have run, had it not been for that reign around their heads.

The new reign is here.