Blinne Lonan has run from place to place. The only thing she has carried with her has been a paste jewel-encrusted box with a satin lining. In her youth, the box was enormous. But now, as Blinne pulls back the curtain of her window in a Vermont small town to stare at a disappearing world, the box is smaller than a thumb. All that remains in the entire world is Blinne Lonan, a shrunken box, and the street Kerrick. The Street Kerrick is a surrealist novel about what happens when you stop running.