Mold

The apartment smelled like mold. Rain makes everything smell like mold. Murray looked out the window at Katz ave.
This town looks like mold.. smells like mold.
He needed to get out.
It has been raining a lot lately, but today the sky was clear.
Murray stepped out of his small, lonely apartment. He needed to go to the liquor store, but didn't want to risk running into the girl.
He walked down the grungy stairs counting as he went.
The sun was setting.
Murray looked down Mercy Road at flashing lights and a line of anxious-looking people that stretched from the library to the bowling alley. He had never seen this many people out on the street before. Murray began to walk towards the crowd, but stopped when he realized something very important.
The city was empty; all of its inhabitants stood in a long line eagerly awaiting for what Murray assumed to be a traveling circus due to the strange creatures wobbling around under colored lights.
He began to run down Katz Avenue, but he ran out of steam after a few yards and instead pulled out a cigarette and walked down the road. He turned down Dusty Bluff and stared at the large ornate building on his left.
Some kind of church
Murray stopped at the intersection of Dusty Bluff and Back Street.
He looked to the left and saw nothing of interest.
He then looked right and continued walking.
This was the first time that Murray had been to this part of town in the six months, one week, and five days that he's lived here.
Keeping count stops the days from blending together into gray mush.
Murray tries to stay away from the people of this town as much as possible.
Not out of pride or fear, but because of past experiences.
Murray began to feel worried; he didn't want to go too far from his apartment or run into the girl, so he decided to cut through an alley. As the last glimpses of sunlight fell onto the city, Murray picked up a rock and tossed it from one hand to the other.
He spun around and threw the stone across the road at a rotting building.
He felt better.
Murray picked up another rock, larger than the first, and threw it as hard as he could. It smashed through a window in the empty building and Murray laughed. He wondered what his laugh sounded like; probably thick and slurred.
Murray suddenly saw movement to his right. He turned to see a slightly overweight policeman running towards him. The policeman was red in the face, and Murray noticed that the man's left shoelace was untied.
Murray turned and sprinted down the alley. His surroundings blurred. His chest felt heavy; his feet were light. He saw the lights of the circus. They grew stronger with each step. He cut behind D&D and continued to run in the darkness.
Back in his small apartment, Murray rewarded himself with a cigarette.