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May 25, 2007 White wildflowers grew along the hills, and waited for the storms to come and break the humidity. In the small shop, workers went up and down steps, and their hands held small wires in the afternoon. The tall church steeple was there, and the steps to the church, where the priest walked. Houses with yards, crickets, and trucks, waited for night’s news, the news of dinner and glasses, the news of shoes and arrival. Far up the roads there was the old marketplace, and the stores were poorly lit, the wares cheap, plastic things, with prices written in blue or black pen, or even pencil, on masking tape. It was 1977, and there was a white building near, a Legion, where the Veterans went. There were pool tables there, and a dance floor. Outside, yellow flowers saw people walk in, and the yellow flowers saw people walk out. A woman walked down there, and she had on a dress that was yellow too. Her hair was mostly gray, and she had it tied up in a bun. She picked at her teeth for a moment, and stopped. She looked up to the sky, and squinted. She thought about rain, and walked a little bit faster towards her house, where her chair waited, and her papers waited. Soon the storm came, and the rain was upon many things, such as the white wildflowers that grew along the hills. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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