The String That Binds

The String That Binds

The town looks dead. Almost everyone is under one roof. It’s Sunday, time for church. Only sound coming from ear’s reach is the single church bell. Soon everyone is exiting. Shaking hands, thinking about changing  clothes so they could be worn the next Sunday.

Boys running in the yard. Parents telling them to stop running and rough housing as this could make their clothes soft. No gas stations…

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