For Sonya’s Three Line Talesprompt. A topical one this week.
photo by Josh Hild via Unsplash
He had been walking all night, set off from his village at sunset and hit the outskirts of the city just after midnight.
The rain had been falling steadily for hours as he walked like a zombie along silent streets where only foxes were about, going through the bins, and by daybreak, he was dropping with weariness.
He found the signpost, slumped in a tired heap outside the door—just had to wait now for the polling station to open.