The Carlotta District
I am writing fiction for the first time (Besides all the lies I tell in my journal) It's getting done one paragraph at a time because I do not know how to make characters or a plot!!!!)
The Carlotta District
Cucumbers grew in the ditches. A piano was left in the street and shared by the community to play discordant songs during shotgun hippy weddings on hot nights under oak trees strung with Chinese lanterns. Everyone was a vegan. Everyone was an alcoholic. That was the rule in Bohemia.
Long-haired, dirty children ran from house to house in Halloween costumes begging for candy any night of the year. Most people were too poor to have food in their houses so they just gave the kids cans of beer, old pocket knives, cigarettes, or pot brownies. Raising the children was a responsibility for the entire village, as no one knew who anybody’s daddy was.
A wooden crescent moon hung from a tree next to the crackhouse on Ivy Street. The city bus stopped here four times a day to release confused citizens back into their natural habitat. Sometimes they napped or had DDT seizures on the public bench while students rode their bicycles to school or to the bars downtown. An elderly white haired lady in a leopard leotard often occupied the seat next to the garbage can. As a result of a stroke or demonic possession, half her face drooped and the other half either smiled or snarled. She was always surrounded by at least six grocery bags and she wore bright red lipstick. I wonder if that bench was her home.