She walked down the narrow road, astonishing clean, restricted, hemmed in, and claustrophobic. Concrete walls rose to sky, some painted black, other bearing kaleidoscopic patterns, no entrances or doors or welcoming windows. The alleyway was like grim backs, phlanax of people turned away from you. She came from wide open spaces, green meadows, distant blue … Continue reading Cul-de-sac
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