Cement Road
Sep 16th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The little girl stomps the yellow rain boots through the puddles, scattering the water that bled from the ground and collected in the damaged parts of the cement road.
She does not feel the moisture that has leaked into her woolen socks, or the place on her ankles where the shrinking shoes chafe. At this age, a child has such a narrow focus. She kicks the water around her until it has been redistributed across the dark pavement.
Once the puddle has disappeared, the patch of ground loses her interest, and she moves down the street, searching intently for another.
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