The Alley

The smell of this particular alley is a stomach-turning stench. There is lettuce rotting on top of a metal garbage cans, that only yesterday garbage men had come to empty with a sound of metal rolling against the floor like a drummer pounding on a snare drum. They succeeded, but the garbage can is full again. The tenants in the apartment buildings had filled the garbage cans this morning. Numerous boxes are piled onto each other like a towering skyscraper that had just been built. The derelicts are sleeping in their long narrow wet cardboard boxes on the side of the alley. The boxes are wet from the earlier thunderstorm. There is a residue still streaming down the middle of the alley where the drainage crack leads to the metal circular sewer. The drain spout on the roof leaks the remnants of the icy cold water. This alley has its own personality. It is dark and secluded, but everyone knows about it. The length of the alley is immeasurable. Just look forward; you can see it forever. With each new section, there comes a different personality because of the new location. The width of the alley varies in each section as you look down to see an infinite number of miles. It is a cool humid summer night. As the dark gray clouds line the top of the alley, the threat of another thunderstorm arises. The gray clouds cast a gloomy spell upon this alley. Alley lights cast shadows on the gray broken payment. All is illuminated Hear the soft buzz from the light with its yellow-orangish glow. The dark shadows of the night complement the glow. The buildings surrounding the alley are brick. The glow of the lighted windows is no match for the gloomy darkness of the alley, which consumes the light. The garages are mini examples of their older big brother, the houses with steeple roofs and windows, but no lights are on. The crevices help the cemented alley with leading the water, home, to its place. The pebbles of the cracks are sitting isolated from the other cement. This stone is not the only thing feeling isolated. The alley feels very secluded from the whole world, but the length at the alley infinitely reaches out. The gates connected to the alley by their big and little brothers serves as a threshold for the people of the building to their garbage cans and the world beyond. The sludge of the streets and the natural weatherworn cement has been washed down in the drainage crack. This sludge hides in the shadows of the light but is unable to escape. In this section of the alley, there is a huge hole, which reveals the cobblestone underneath. It was the floor of today's yesterday. A mouse scurried across the cold wet cracked cement floor to find food for its hungry little stomach. This is the alley.
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