Can't Get There From Here
“Toward morning the rain turned to snow and a brown security truck stopped at the curb. A security guard came in and kicked me out of the ATM room. Outside, the dark, snow-covered streets were empty. Skinny white icicles hung from the streetlights.
I walked downtown. The hood of my sweatshirt froze stiff and turned white with snow. I was cold, but I liked being outside. As morning came the darkness turned to a dull gray. For once the city was quiet and pretty. Hardly anyone was out. The streets ...were white, and all the storefronts were covered with metal gates and grates. The only footprints down the sidewalk were mine.
Soon the cold seeped deep into me. My teeth chattered. My feet were numb and each step I took hurt. My fingers grew stiff and throbbed with pain. Up ahead was that brick building with the big windows. The library—a warm, dry place that was open to the public. But all I could think about was that mean creep Bobby. As I passed the building I looked in through the windows.MoreLess
I walked downtown. The hood of my sweatshirt froze stiff and turned white with snow. I was cold, but I liked being outside. As morning came the darkness turned to a dull gray. For once the city was quiet and pretty. Hardly anyone was out. The streets ...were white, and all the storefronts were covered with metal gates and grates. The only footprints down the sidewalk were mine.
Soon the cold seeped deep into me. My teeth chattered. My feet were numb and each step I took hurt. My fingers grew stiff and throbbed with pain. Up ahead was that brick building with the big windows. The library—a warm, dry place that was open to the public. But all I could think about was that mean creep Bobby. As I passed the building I looked in through the windows.MoreLess
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