Today’s 100 word story is entitled Granite Curb, Enjoy!
Granite Curb
The dog waited patiently, me, I leaned against the wall sliding down until I sat on the wet sidewalk.
At dog level I was welcomed into the neighborhood with a wet tongue on my face. He settled down next to me, head on my lap.
The neighborhood was full of red brick row houses dotted with broken windows and overgrown dirt lawns.
Curb stones made of granite told me about the once proud neighborhood, about the dreams and accomplishments of those who lived here.
Now only the eroding American middle class and this dog clung to the ghostly fading neighborhood.
