Black Tar

In a neighborhood of some twenty houses lays a street.  And the street bore some twenty years of stepping feet and rolling wheels.

Until its once shiny black skin gave way to a dull grey.  And its once firm bones gave way to loose stones and sand.

The street was weary.  The men and women of the neighborhood took pity.

When night fell, the men and women worked under the moonlight.  Until the first light broke out.

The next day the street woke up to a new shiny black skin.

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2 comments
  1. Again I had to read it twice before I got it, but when I did… pwor! Wow! I’m so glad I found this site 🙂

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