Gone again

Fresh

The city lingered in the dictance. NY was the start of something new for the kids who grew up on the small side of things.
It was never quiet.
Sound traveled far and wide.

Far out passed New York there was a small town, May brook, it was small and many people lived there, mostly poor people and stray animals. The best pet you would have is a dog that ate out of your trash can, if you could manage food for the family.
Right at the end of pine Av was a small shed like house. It was a dusty red and wood was falling of. If you stepped on the porch every step crumbled and moaned.
The only play ground you would have known was the small work house and a few boxes that you could find. Poison plants grew like there was no tomarrow and everything moulded like it had been under water for years.

This was a big day for the kids who lived in the dusty red house. Molly and Simon, son and daughter of Ella Goodman, they were headed to NY for Ella to go to Broadway.