#2

There is a yellow dumpster in front of the red house. An old man used to live in that house. I remember him mowing the lawn. An old woman used to live there, too. She would walk in her summer nightgown out toward the street to pick up the newspaper. A large birch grew near where the dumpster sits today. It got older and sicker until one day it was gone. I think the same thing happened to the man and the woman. 

Carol Barrow

February, 2018