Photo Story: watercolors, crowded, crusty, too close, friendly

A Sunday on La Grande Jatte Georges Seurat 1884-1886

Photo Story 8/31:

On the way home from school I counted four dead squirrels and a homeless person on Tranny St, but all of that was forgotten once we rounded the corner. The golden bars gleamed as the man with the top hat cleared the way and our car glided down the cobblestone. White gloved women opened the door as we stepped into the sticky summer heat. My mother clutched her purse and motioned me to follow, Burtrum holding the umbrella over us as we walked past the crowds. Some kids ran in circles as their parents had tea while others sat and played with watercolors instead. I thought the entire idea of a public park was too crowded and close for comfort. There were always pedlers that wanted to get friendly, only to steal your best mittens. It was an all-around terrible time. We made it to our reserved blanket on the hill where my sandwich with the crusty parts cut off waited for me. I plopped on the blanket and snatched the square from the top, biting into the soft white bread. Mmm, turkey.

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I could have kept going, but I didn't want it to drag on too long. Plus, I want you to be able to make your own so go and write your own word vomit. Go on, git. Until next week yall!