Write about taking the long way around.
posted in Journal Entries |She had been down this road before. That was many years ago, when she was a child. Things were much different now. The open alley was cluttered with old cardboard boxes, newspapers and tenants who were chased off daily only to return night after night. She let out a sigh, she would have to take the long way around. It was too late to be running through the alleyway, even though her house was on the other side, there had been too many crimes committed in her childhood playground.
The street lamps were humming softly in florescent tones while the light rain kept rhythm. An occasional car would pass, squeezing the water from the road, which sounded like an applaud emitting from an audience. Up ahead on the opposite side of the road, the lights of a police car, ambulance and fire truck, made up the light show for the entire block. She was the star.
The corner of her mouth pulled into a smile. Although it took longer to get from point A to point B, she was glad to be accompanied with the music of nature and civilization.