Nora
Kensington. It wasn’t what she expected. The city Nora lived in was full of people celebrating the end of the war. Parades, parties, celebrations in the streets. She didn’t go outside, but she heard the praises loud and clear all the way from her room.
It was good. Humans shouldn’t kill one another the ways they had in all of history.
But unlike where Nora had come from, Kensington looked like it was frozen in time in the Depression. It was a small, empty town. The houses were spread out, the fencing for people’s livestock would probably fall apart at the slightest breeze.
The whole place looked dead.
If there were tumbleweeds out this way, she could imagine one blowing by.
Also, nothing matched.
One side of the street had small neighborhoods of houses,
