“The Night Walk Home” by Kathylee Perez

Kathylee Perez*

The Night Walk Home

The evening is foggy and cold The choice is mine to decide Which street will I choose to go home? Will it be left, or will it be right? My hungry stomach rumbles with distinct, unusual noises. If I choose right, I can grab a black, no sugar coffee; But I must carefully avoid the dregs in my cup once I finish. If I choose left, McDonalds’ it will be Maybe a hot, Irish coffee, with a shot of whipped cream? The air is so breezy and the night dark. I hear the rustling sounds of the brittle winter leaves wrap around my ears As I quickly glance over the flickering street light. My cold hands reach deep in my pockets, and I realize I don’t have any money. All I feel is my retainer cartridge, my house key, and two peppermint candies. The sound and pressure of the bitter wind on my red, cold cheeks feels like a threat. I will not be afraid but instead embrace the blowing winds that make me shiver. I will also embrace the dark skies around me as I enjoy the night walk with no silence.