There used to be parties here, wonderful parties.
Beneath bright chandeliers, beautiful girls and handsome men once danced with gay abandon, their peals of laughter floating out into the cool, velvety darkness.
That was before the Great Conflict.
Now the air is alive with the snarling of newly wild dogs, the squealing of crazed cats, the cacophony of feral misery.
But only for a time; soon there will be no one to hear.
Author’s Note: This piece is written in response to the Five Sentence Fiction challenge hosted by Lillie McFerrin Writes. The word prompt is ‘abandon.’