A Hum in the Alley
Rain taps the gray streets of Quietown. You are Officer Vell, and your silver badge shines cold on your coat. Rules say: no songs, no smiles, no tears.
Then you hear it. A soft little hum drifts from the alley. A girl sits there, eyes closed, making music with her lips. Your chest feels warm. Strange. New.
The rules are clear, but your heart is not.