Isaiah Friday

The Alley

“I’m telling you, I saw it as plain as day. There was a man and a woman, and she led him into this alleyway, you know the one between the bar and the butcher? She led him down there, looking none the wiser following right behind.” Lehman animating the story as he went, waving his thin wiry arms wildly to point. He was tall, lanky, and blonde, but youth kept him in shape. He stood standing over a section of corroded and dismantled railroad tracks in the heart of the city. Horse drawn wagons carrying men and women who wore perfumed clothes passed by, driven by men with funny mustaches and tall hats. His fellow blue collar brothers didn’t care for them much.