A Story A Day. Story 278 of 365: Town.

The wind howled through the empty streets, the ocean crashed wildly against the stony shore, and the ice cracked under Eira's feet. Her car had broken down just outside the town, on the road, and since no one had passed by, she decided to brave up and face the freezing cold. She pulled her woolen cap as far down her head as she could, and pulled up the neck of her jacket, regretting not having taken a scarf. She looked around, trying to find a shop or a bar that was open, but despite being almost midday all the doors were shut closed and there was no one to be seen. She would have to ring a doorbell. She walked up to the closest door, frost covering the overgrown grass on the front yard. The curtains were open, but there seemed to be no one inside, she rang and waited, without response. She walked up to the next house, to the same result. There seemed to be no one in town. Eira had another look at the empty streets, the houses looked taken care of, but there were some signs of abandon already. They were faint, but they were there. Looking further, she saw how it looked like people had left in a hurry, some doors were not closed, they were only ajar, and a simple shove made them fly open. Inside the houses, forgotten items were scattered on the floor. It was an abandoned town, and no one was able to help Eira.