Guest Author: Sam Toh

            It was the way the street looked that struck her: the silent buildings, the craggy trees, the ground, wet from an afternoon rain. So many feet had tread on that same ground, but still the road would return to loneliness; it gave her a feeling of such concrete separation. In that second, she only had the sound of her own breathing, clouding into the air, and some music in her head. Still, it wasn't a poor kind of loneliness. Walking that mile with a lingering C# was in itself a kind of company, not quite human, but still, warm.