This is the creativity blog of Mieke Zamora-Mackay
Love this, Mieke. You always find the coolest pictures!
Edward, his attention focused on the newpaper he was reading, did not notice the empty train station when he first boarded the morning express to work, but after taking his seat, he felt the hair rising on the back of his neck. Where was everyone? he wondered and last night's dream came flooding back. In this dream he was the last man on earth. "Must be a holiday," he thought to himself. When the train had reached its destination, Edward now found himself standing in an empty, totally empty 30th street station.
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