Staccato bursts of gunfire cracked through the air as Janie crossed the street. She quickened her stride. Only four blocks from the train station to her apartment, but at night the neighborhood turned into a war zone.
Broken bottle shards lay in the sections of grass that lined the sidewalks. Whoever planted those seeds never came back to water them, so the green turned to brown in pollution-tinged rain.
“Spare some change, sister? I need to eat.”
She clenched her teeth as she walked past the man sitting on the steps of the boarded-up funeral home.
Maybe she had turned callous. She didn't care. Her feet hurt and she wanted to go home.
Inspired by the 5 Minute Freewrite Prompt - Callous posted by the lovely 