The Quiet City

Its Mono Monday, the Triffids have struck, and the daytime city is quiet. Grass grows up the side of the once grand lamps which adorn the Crown Point Bridge, incongruous against the modernistic, but silent, flats behind. You would think, from the sunshine and idle clouds, that this was a perfect day for relaxation, but the only people who can still see are hidden from view, in the shadows, watching and waiting to see if it is safe.

My take on todays theme...