If a building could talk...
it would tell of unspeakable things.
it'd tell the stories of everyone who's passed.
it'd tell the stories of the people who drive past it every morning on their way to work.
it would talk about the squirrels; how they scurry up the trees, racing each other from one branch to the next.
it might talk about that couple, the one that stopped to look at the building, then continued to walk hand in hand.
it'd talk about the same couple, and how they came back. how they went to the park across the street and had a picnic together.
maybe it'd tell someone about the couple having their picnic in the park, about how the boy slaps the girl across the face.
then maybe it'd tell someone about how the girl starts to cry as she runs away from the boy.
it might talk about the boy, picking up the ring he was going to give to the girl, and then throwing it down a drain.
maybe this building would talk about that couple, that was no longer a couple, or maybe it wouldn't.
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along came life
Fantasya collection of writing by jerri peterson. the author requests that you do not attempt to connect the chapters in any way, shape, or form - they are not one full story; they are simply her thoughts and ideas written on paper.
