Back On The Streets
by Miles Rost
8 years since he returned to the old haunts.
The smells, or lack thereof, made the area seem surreal. The scent of freshly baked bread from the factory was the prime smell missing.
The scent of booze and lichens no longer permeated the streets or the sidewalks.
The absence of smell made the area seem antiseptic. Half the buildings that enclosed the area were gone, removed to make new, giant buildings at twice the price.
He got back into his car, and drove away from the glass and concrete facades where brick used to rule. Donor money gone to waste.
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