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Debris of newspaper and scraps of rubbish tumbled haphazardly down the darknened street. Rustling omniously in their own language as the wind carried them to their new destination. Clouds, thick like swirls of smoke discoloured the sky. Creating an almost haunting haze between the moon and the melting violet night sky. In the distance, some animal scurred through the dust bins at the back of an alley.
Curiously, nothing seemed to realise it was supposed to be 'Festive'. There was no concept of the season here. Everything carried on blindly to what the norm was. Perhaps that was why she left Las Vegas months ago. Not permanently, by any means. At least until it was into the 'New' Year. Though nothing would be new. Everything tended to stay the same, only the days change. The dates.
Exhaling a slow stream of warm air, she tilted her head back to observe the rooftops of the crumbling buildings around her. It was an odd concept to realise that people stayed there willingly, they just didnt't care what kind of condition anything was. Old towns never really did.
Heavy foot steps of her boots sounded out on the derelict street as she slowly meandered further down. Some of the street lamps weren't working. A block away she could see one flickereing tauntingly. It was an epileptics worst dream. Shadows grew and shrunk like the tide, sweeping anything in its path darker into its pit. She quietly wondered if that was what had happened to the town. Had the shadows, the darkness, stolen the life from everything in the town?
Diamonds could have coated the side walk, though she was aware that it was merely frost, deviant in its deliberate manipulation of what it rested upon. Silently, her fingers caressed the air as her lungs pulled it deeply into her lungs until it burned. Lips were wetted by the tip of tongue as her feet slowed to a stop in front of a large building. Eyes narrowed to slits, jaw twitched ever so slightly as she looked around. Gazing to the sky again first before letting her vision focus on the old building.
"You took from us." It was whispered, low, almost frightening in its hushed viciousness. "Yet no-one has followed you here. This false sense of cheer. Greed and all its commercialisation forcing people into debt and causing stress while others buy like there is a famine coming. Harvesting what they don't need to over indulge selfishly. Belitelling anoyone who should decide not to follow so vigerously and questioning their morals. You made a mockery of something pure that belonged to us. Changed it so completely that you almost have everyone fooled. Except those of us who know better. There is no justification for the corruption that is conditioned into everyone to make them believe that they must join in or they must be terrible. People can say they don't like the war, or that they don't like children but for someone to say that they don't like Christmas they get treated like a leper. You have a lot to answer for, be thankful that I don't believe in you."
With one last look, she took a quiet breath, then turned and kept walking down the street. She would go back to Las Vegas. Exploring towns as she went on her way. Christmas was always a holiday she despised. Filled with dissapointment and lonelyness. What made it worse was the knowledge that all around her people felt the exact same emptiness, all for one miserable, un-thankful day.
Running her slender fingers through her hair, Purity shook her head and continued on her way.
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