The leaves on the trees of her block met one another in different ways, some met perfectly side by side, edge into edge, and others stood frozen a bit farther apart.

Fall came into Astoria quickly, blowing leaves directly from the park straight into the restaurants which waiters would sweep back into the street.

Eli liked the sight of the waiters careful to protect their storefront.  Their cautiousness left the street to feel watched over and cared for.  The leaves would crack under Eli’s scooter, some getting caught in the wheel and flying by her side.

This entry was published on November 4, 2013 at 7:34 pm and is filed under Fiction Writing by Jessie. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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