PyéPoul

The blessed ride from hell

One Thursday night, at one o'clock in the morning, she decided to to visit her sister in downtown Flatbush. She called a cab, grabbed her huge p0cket book, and exited out of her mother's apartment in Brooklyn. I was heavily raining outside, and while waiting for her ride, she looked at the disgusting aspect of the brick buildings in the neighborhood and watched the drops falling down on them as if a miracle was going to happen. She wished that one day she could be out of that dull panorama and back to her beloved Cap-Haitian in Haiti.