Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
Everyday Jessie writes about the city, its character, hosting traits few see. Everyone thinks Jessie loves the city. She doesn’t. She despises it.
The only time Jessie tolerates the city is in the wee small hours scuffling along the streets, hands buried in her jeans, watching four-legged rats take over from the two-legged, and wishing she still lived on the Delmarva, despite the lack of subject matter.
Harry once asked, “Why walk at 2 am?”
“Because everything hidden comes alive.”
Just as she’s turning the corner to her closet-sized efficiency, an owl dives, snatches a hefty rodent, and disappears soundlessly.