Gareth Cliff
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From Brooklyn, New York
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Painted Rocks and the Little Black Book
The town was covered with a fresh coat of snow. The streets were newly plowed and glistened which was in stark contrast with the high mounds of flat white in the yards that lined them. At one point in the not too distant past the town was teaming with both work and legend, it was hustle and bustle by day chatter and whisper by night. Where once knick-knack shops and boutique stores thrived, now were boarded up windows and empty storefronts with sidewalks that go unshoveled. Across the street, where the sidewalks were cleared by the town’s people, Phoenix walks hand-in-hand with his mother, Anne. They walk slowly, being sure to check for icy spots. Phoenix watching his feet avoid the ice, and cracks for good measure. His eyes strayed from his task to be taken with the views from across the street and then bounced up to find his mother’s gaze.
By Gareth Cliff3 years ago in Families