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"On That Street", by me <3.
There is a giant crack in the sidewalk. Every day, for the past 20 years, a wrinkled old man and his wife have walked past it, in hopes it will be fixed. They took their walk, every day at 5 o’clock, and upon passing the crack, they would ponder it. “Why is it shaped in such an awkward way?,” they usually discussed. The old couple were altruistic people, and had always thought of ways to try to get the crack fixed. The couple made good plans. Plans of theirs, they never carried out, because they had both become accustomed to the large crack in that sidewalk.
Today is the first day in 20 years the old man must take the walk alone. His wife lay in bed today, diagnosed with severe breast cancer, which was spreading to her pancreas and endocrine system. The old man called upon his children to see their mother before she died. There, at her bedside, stood the old couple’s 3 successful children, while the old man took his walk. He was hesitant at first, but passed the crack anyway. He badgered his memory about the shape and how it came to be.
In a few weeks, the old woman died. A blood vessel broke in her head and she was brain dead about week before death. Her family, friends, and anyone that knew her attended her burial. They commented on what a nice woman she was, and on how kind she was. It was a nice ceremony. The old man was not left all alone, his children stayed with him for about 2 weeks after his wife’s burial. One by one, they packed up and retreated back to their lives. The old man’s youngest son stayed behind. He took a walk with his father, on the usual path. When the young man saw the crack, he became greatly disturbed. He continued the walk with his father, but they did not discuss the crack.
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The next day, the man’s youngest son traveled back home. His thoughts were still on the crack in the sidewalk. “Had it always been there?”, he wondered. The shape of it, he couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly. It terrified him. He was mortified, and upset. The shape of the crack in that sidewalk perturbed him. He was perplexed as to why it bothered him so. The young man decided to call a childhood friend of his, she lived close by. A half an hour later, she arrived at his apartment. They discussed the sidewalk, and the crack for a very long time. She left the apartment 3 hours later, quite addled. The crack in that sidewalk bothered her too.
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After weeks of the crack in that sidewalk haunting her, she called her younger sister. Her sister recalled the crack in the sidewalk, and thought about it. Laying in bed that night, with her husband, she told him about it. He asked her what could have happened 20 years ago that still plagued everyone. The children of that neighborhood were only between the ages of 6 and 10. She slept that night, but not very well. She had fitful dreams of an accident, and sirens.
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Awakening in the morning, she realized why the crack in that sidewalk captivated everyone. There was an accident on that street when she was only 7. It was 5 o’clock. The families of the neighborhood had all retreated to their homes, the sun had begun to set. A terrible noise was heard. The screeching of tires and smell of burnt rubber spread through their homes. Children and adults fled to their windows to see what the commotion was about.
A car, bent around a lamp post, a child, crushed into the pavement. When removing the body, and the car, a large chunk of the sidewalk fell out of place due to the impact of the car. The families of that neighborhood were horrified, a drunk driver killing a child and terrorizing their homes. The chunk of the sidewalk that broke off was shaped like the pool of blood that was formed around the dead child. The reason the crack in the sidewalk disgusted people was embedded deep within their memories. An car, an accident, a child, a pool of blood; a tragic loss, pushed deep into the subconscious of the people of that neighborhood. They had forgotten, or so they thought. The crack still infatuates those who lived there 20 years ago, in that neighborhood; on that street.
Yeah, it may be bad to you but that is a story I'm VERY proud of.
There is a giant crack in the sidewalk. Every day, for the past 20 years, a wrinkled old man and his wife have walked past it, in hopes it will be fixed. They took their walk, every day at 5 o’clock, and upon passing the crack, they would ponder it. “Why is it shaped in such an awkward way?,” they usually discussed. The old couple were altruistic people, and had always thought of ways to try to get the crack fixed. The couple made good plans. Plans of theirs, they never carried out, because they had both become accustomed to the large crack in that sidewalk.
Today is the first day in 20 years the old man must take the walk alone. His wife lay in bed today, diagnosed with severe breast cancer, which was spreading to her pancreas and endocrine system. The old man called upon his children to see their mother before she died. There, at her bedside, stood the old couple’s 3 successful children, while the old man took his walk. He was hesitant at first, but passed the crack anyway. He badgered his memory about the shape and how it came to be.
In a few weeks, the old woman died. A blood vessel broke in her head and she was brain dead about week before death. Her family, friends, and anyone that knew her attended her burial. They commented on what a nice woman she was, and on how kind she was. It was a nice ceremony. The old man was not left all alone, his children stayed with him for about 2 weeks after his wife’s burial. One by one, they packed up and retreated back to their lives. The old man’s youngest son stayed behind. He took a walk with his father, on the usual path. When the young man saw the crack, he became greatly disturbed. He continued the walk with his father, but they did not discuss the crack.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, the man’s youngest son traveled back home. His thoughts were still on the crack in the sidewalk. “Had it always been there?”, he wondered. The shape of it, he couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly. It terrified him. He was mortified, and upset. The shape of the crack in that sidewalk perturbed him. He was perplexed as to why it bothered him so. The young man decided to call a childhood friend of his, she lived close by. A half an hour later, she arrived at his apartment. They discussed the sidewalk, and the crack for a very long time. She left the apartment 3 hours later, quite addled. The crack in that sidewalk bothered her too.
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After weeks of the crack in that sidewalk haunting her, she called her younger sister. Her sister recalled the crack in the sidewalk, and thought about it. Laying in bed that night, with her husband, she told him about it. He asked her what could have happened 20 years ago that still plagued everyone. The children of that neighborhood were only between the ages of 6 and 10. She slept that night, but not very well. She had fitful dreams of an accident, and sirens.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Awakening in the morning, she realized why the crack in that sidewalk captivated everyone. There was an accident on that street when she was only 7. It was 5 o’clock. The families of the neighborhood had all retreated to their homes, the sun had begun to set. A terrible noise was heard. The screeching of tires and smell of burnt rubber spread through their homes. Children and adults fled to their windows to see what the commotion was about.
A car, bent around a lamp post, a child, crushed into the pavement. When removing the body, and the car, a large chunk of the sidewalk fell out of place due to the impact of the car. The families of that neighborhood were horrified, a drunk driver killing a child and terrorizing their homes. The chunk of the sidewalk that broke off was shaped like the pool of blood that was formed around the dead child. The reason the crack in the sidewalk disgusted people was embedded deep within their memories. An car, an accident, a child, a pool of blood; a tragic loss, pushed deep into the subconscious of the people of that neighborhood. They had forgotten, or so they thought. The crack still infatuates those who lived there 20 years ago, in that neighborhood; on that street.
Yeah, it may be bad to you but that is a story I'm VERY proud of.