Photo Story: The Gurney
November spreads its grayness across sticky sidewalks as acrid smoke from burn barrels warms frigid hands and stings sleep-weary eyes. Winos huddle warily, knowing tempers can flare as quickly as last week’s newspapers tossed in the fires. On the streets, a life is worth a pint of Mad Dog. Desperate men sell their butts for a drink. Women trade crotches for warm huddles under blankets. Robert the Shank holds jagged metal to a girl’s throat. Bettie slams a bottle against his ear. He cuts her bad. An ambulance takes her to county. She smiles, bleeding, thinking of a clean bed.
Photo Credit: Tamara Kane
Gritty story! My favorite of the month. Excellent tale and wonderful use of literary devices. Jeff Switt, you are talented and a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing your gifts.
Congratulations, Jeff!
Brilliant writing as always; so many images in perfectly chosen words in compact space.
Well done indeed.
Krystyna