I walked up the quiet path. The street lamps cast their shadows in the dark night, creating eerie outlines of the homes in Mineral Park. I took Brax's hand and held tight. We were almost to the Council.
Pretty short today, and covers something I've already written. Write your own at oneword.com! For bonus points, use a character from a book or story you're writing. For double bonus points, post your one-minute response in the comments section!