Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 29, 2008 15:23:15 GMT -5
Gabbi was sitting on a dumpster in the alleyway that she'd to playing in as a child. Her own home provided no yard, as it had been crammed in the middle of twenty thousand tenements just like it, and so they children fled to all of the places that they though they could. The alleyways where garbage was left to rot and, high above, clothes were left to dry. The streets at the low-flow hour, when traffic wasn't bad. In the old warehouse too dirty for any to inhabit permantantly.
And so she was sitting on a dumpster that was familiar, only in a beaten down way. It was far rustier than it had been seven years back, but seven years was a long time for anything to live in this city. Even people.
In her youth Gabbi had moved away from New York in ordinane to live with family members in Chicago. Her mother had recently died, but the family of her mother was willing to let the rest of the family stay with them in Chicago until they got relocated. Eventually time passed, people died, moved away and got married. Soon it was just Gabbi, her father, and her brother living in the little tenement.
But the years before that had been spent in this very alleyway. She sighed, kicking at the dumpster boredly. This place had lost some of its lustre, to be honest. The children were wary of her, and there wasn't a familiar face in sight. It hadn't been the first time she'd returned home since she'd left, but it had been the first where she didn't reacquaint herself with anyone. There were barrages of new children, a new generation. Hers was gone-married, pregnant, in a factory, dead.
It was a scary thought. She sighed, heavily, and wondered where they'd all gone. Things were changing faster than she was, or perhaps more slowly. There was the fact that she'd left this place, and not the other way around. Grumbling, she shoved off the dumpster and retreated to the opening of alleyway, looking out to the familiar, but changed, street.
And so she was sitting on a dumpster that was familiar, only in a beaten down way. It was far rustier than it had been seven years back, but seven years was a long time for anything to live in this city. Even people.
In her youth Gabbi had moved away from New York in ordinane to live with family members in Chicago. Her mother had recently died, but the family of her mother was willing to let the rest of the family stay with them in Chicago until they got relocated. Eventually time passed, people died, moved away and got married. Soon it was just Gabbi, her father, and her brother living in the little tenement.
But the years before that had been spent in this very alleyway. She sighed, kicking at the dumpster boredly. This place had lost some of its lustre, to be honest. The children were wary of her, and there wasn't a familiar face in sight. It hadn't been the first time she'd returned home since she'd left, but it had been the first where she didn't reacquaint herself with anyone. There were barrages of new children, a new generation. Hers was gone-married, pregnant, in a factory, dead.
It was a scary thought. She sighed, heavily, and wondered where they'd all gone. Things were changing faster than she was, or perhaps more slowly. There was the fact that she'd left this place, and not the other way around. Grumbling, she shoved off the dumpster and retreated to the opening of alleyway, looking out to the familiar, but changed, street.
