Where I Was From

Coney Island

We went to Coney Island the other day, but everything was closed. Just a seaside town they forgot to close down...

You couldn't even shoot the freak that day.

We wandered up and down the boardwalk and listened to the ferris wheel creak in the breeze. It sounded like the whole apparatus was about to come crashing down.

Then we shared a funnel cake we got from Phillippe. Here comes a special boy!

And then we took a stroll along the beach. I traced Lori's name in the sand, tried to walk in a huge set of footprints made by someone with a stride about three feet long, and we watched an eerie man in a suit walk along the shore at breakneck speed, briefcase in hand.

Labels: travel

posted by Leah @ 7:06 PM