The
street lights gave off an eerie glow as we crossed over the pavement heading to
the underpass of the bridge. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined
what we would find there.
So many stories had been told about the homeless people that were scattered about our small town. Here in the dark night with only the street lamps providing some small illumination, could the number of persons displaced by every means possible been seen. I wondered as we moved further under the bridge what all of this had to do with Norton.
James stepped forward taking my hand in his as he whisper softly to me, "Stay close and don't let go unless I do. Got it?" looking as serious as I'd ever seen him.
“K, I will, for sure." I answered gripping his hand tighter. There was no way I was gonna let go of him. We were completely out of our element here. Talk about the walking dead, we just hit the motherload.
Moving slowly from one mound to another looking into the faces of so many people lost to the world of comfort, it was almost too heart breaking to see this in our community. I just kept asking myself how did this happen here in our beautiful town of Wood Berry? We were a progressive town or so it seemed. How could so many of our own end up under a new bridge and no one seem to care?
James didn't appear to be burden by the same questions that I was since he just kept moving slowly pass groups of people bundled up in whatever they could find to stay warm. We walked by a large trash barrel that was lit with a bright orange glowing fire. It cracked and hissed as though to protest it's being here. No matter how we got here I kept wondering exactly what James was searching for and why?
Then without warning James stopped, hesitated a moment and looked very hard at two persons leaning up against the concrete wall of the bridges' base. He turn looking at me still whispering as though he was afraid to disturb the dead, "Si, do you see those two persons over there?" he asked pointing to the two people he had spotted.
"Yes. What about them? Who are they James?" I asked feeling very uncomfortable right about now. I wanted him to have a really great answer for us being here in the middle of the night.
With that thought in mind everything was about to change, in a very big way. It had taken the mind of a high school Sherlock Holmes to discover the beginning to the truth about Norton.
James fit that description to a perfect tee.
So many stories had been told about the homeless people that were scattered about our small town. Here in the dark night with only the street lamps providing some small illumination, could the number of persons displaced by every means possible been seen. I wondered as we moved further under the bridge what all of this had to do with Norton.
James stepped forward taking my hand in his as he whisper softly to me, "Stay close and don't let go unless I do. Got it?" looking as serious as I'd ever seen him.
“K, I will, for sure." I answered gripping his hand tighter. There was no way I was gonna let go of him. We were completely out of our element here. Talk about the walking dead, we just hit the motherload.
Moving slowly from one mound to another looking into the faces of so many people lost to the world of comfort, it was almost too heart breaking to see this in our community. I just kept asking myself how did this happen here in our beautiful town of Wood Berry? We were a progressive town or so it seemed. How could so many of our own end up under a new bridge and no one seem to care?
James didn't appear to be burden by the same questions that I was since he just kept moving slowly pass groups of people bundled up in whatever they could find to stay warm. We walked by a large trash barrel that was lit with a bright orange glowing fire. It cracked and hissed as though to protest it's being here. No matter how we got here I kept wondering exactly what James was searching for and why?
Then without warning James stopped, hesitated a moment and looked very hard at two persons leaning up against the concrete wall of the bridges' base. He turn looking at me still whispering as though he was afraid to disturb the dead, "Si, do you see those two persons over there?" he asked pointing to the two people he had spotted.
"Yes. What about them? Who are they James?" I asked feeling very uncomfortable right about now. I wanted him to have a really great answer for us being here in the middle of the night.
With that thought in mind everything was about to change, in a very big way. It had taken the mind of a high school Sherlock Holmes to discover the beginning to the truth about Norton.
James fit that description to a perfect tee.
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