55 Word Challenge Week Forty-Two

Empty

Something didn’t smell right.  It wasn’t that there was a bad smell; there was no smell at all.  2:17am and eerily dark.  Only the moon shone.  The hue of lights from the refinery was gone.  I opened my window; nothing.  I’d lived in this town for forty-eight years and never once has it gone dark.

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