9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 01, 2007

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Edda turned her back to the unicorn and strained her ears. All was silence - no tread of shoes, no voices, no cars honking and rushing past. Not even a pigeon disrupting the stillness. The city was vacant, an army of mute buildings on abandoned streets. Edda was on the point of checking her hearing when a light breeze breathed through the leaves overhead. "Where did the people go?" "What?" said the unicorn. She turned to repeat herself, but the unicorn had vanished. And just as quickly, Lincoln Center teemed with pedestrians, traffic gushed by, the city clamored again.