stranded

stranded

My nickels and dimes clashed on the sement, scattered across the cracks in the sidewalk crushing grass blades. I picked them up one by one into the palm of my hand. I continued walking down the alley. I walk down this alley everyday and pass by dingy shattered glass, old garbage cans and black cats. The street lights are all broken, all except one. I gaze at its insignificant beauty surrounding the dismal city structures. I live in an old apartment building on Hamilton street. It's one of the crapiest parts of town. As I approach the building, I hear the echoes of children laughing and the sound of a rusty swingset swinging. Then I hear gunshots. All I can think to do is : run.