Storage–No Place to go

She stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk. Cars were going by. Even in a busy city like New York, people stared at her as they waited for the light to change. There were boxes all around the woman, large and medium and small boxes. it was hard to see her face. She was grateful for that. Tears. if I  was not out here, I’d cry, she thought. I’d cry and never stop. I can’t go back there. There is no way I can do that. The lights in the house in front of her were on. It didn’t matter. She didn’t live there anymore.



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