The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Load the fire! We don't want to be cold."
Kiss the dogs.
"Night night."
"Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Dad."
The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Night is upon us.
The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Load the fire! We don't want to be cold."
Kiss the dogs.
"Night night."
"Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Dad."
The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Night is upon us.
In early February of 2024, gang violence in Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince, escalated to levels so high that now nearly 80% of the capital city is under gang rule.
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.
You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither."
A second, smaller part of the previous post I made entitled "Billy, part 1"
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Billy did not own a home. Instead, he lived out of his truck.
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