The Street Was Quiet
Title: The Street Was Quiet
Word Count: 166
Note: Written for the ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
all_unwritten prompt, "the street was quiet."
The festival had lasted long into the wee hours of the morning with fireworks, music and merriment. A new day had dawned -- the war was over, you see, and a new leader named -- and the people would revel in it.
Unfortunately, he always rose with the sun and today was no different. There was no mistaking its magnetic pull on his body, nor ignoring the way it peeked through the shades like a curious child. Pulling himself from his bed, he dressed and decided a morning walk was in order. He discreetly left the palace grounds and made his way towards the city's center.
Of course, the streets were unnaturally quiet; many folks were still sleeping. There were several signs of the celebration the night before -- paper lanterns hung askew, red confetti still littered the pavement, and revelers slept their hangovers away outdoors.
And while many may have grimaced at the scene, he smiled. This was his country to lead. And he was glad.
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