I Just left the cornerstore.

Passing the middle school.

The K-9 Unit Takes a Right on Wood St.

An ambulance was shortly behind.

Old woman walks with her walker down the middle of a busy street.

I look around for speeding cars; I always worry about this woman.

My groceries are heavy as I watch the skyline at the end of the block.

Its muggy outside; hot and moist as I cross abandoned or broken homes.

The phone rings.

We talk about how we’re getting older.

And its hard to watch.

People die.