This is the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge

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Friday evening in a strange town. I’d eaten supper in a local diner. As I walked the bare, cold streets, I felt more alone than usual. Electric light bathed the sidewalks; I knew the discomfort of loneliness. Or was it simply the emptiness of this town? Its lack of soul mirrored my own failings. The stores were closed, the locals had headed home to their television shows, to their lives. Ah, if only the night could be made real. These streets to vanish! The desert to return, the wind to howl through the night, the coyote to walk in peace once more.

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