By Danish Mohammed
As the horses clattered, loud bells rang from the local church. People were chattering whilst the birds tweeted. Doors were opening and closing as the freezing wind wondered about. People walked slowly like snails along the bumpy road, returning home from work.
Children were running about, coming home from school. The sun was setting as people went to their homes. Handsome cab drivers were shouting at their horses to go faster. Shop owners were closing their little shops as the chickens went hurried back to their warm, safe nest.
The empty street was quiet and shutters came down. It was soon dim and gloomy. It was dark like a black hole. Everything was as silent as if no one was ever there.