Southern Avenue

pexels-daniel-frank-688835A short story about a real place. With thanks to Daniel Frank for use of the header image (not of the actual location).

They were just houses
Windows occasionally
Catching my reflection
Or maybe a fat slice of sky
Within hidden by nets
And in the darker winter
Curtains drawn tightly
What lay behind didn’t matter
People and their lives
So many people with a plethora
Of different hopes, wishes, aspirations
Blah, blah, blah
I cared not a jot
They were thin, hollow
Just a scene to walk by
When going to and from
I was the passing attraction
They were there all the time
If anyone should care about
Presences
They should’ve put flags out
For mine

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan

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