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Curriculum español The church steeple drifts off into the darkness. The trees in the adjacent cemetery, across Jackson Street, can only be seen by the fleeting headlights of cars. The mist whitens the trees. Everyone is at the corner bars, Bram's or the MountAiry. Chick Evens straightens up, takes out a cigarette, a light drizzle of rain fills the atmosphere, as he walks slowly up Sycamore Street, turns-sees the corner bars.
A few run-down busses pass him, but are soon lost, once they turn the corner-he noticed a few black faces on the bus, hateful, looking faces (perhaps it's the times, he senses).
He hears voices coming from both bars, music is loud. He opens his eyes wider, leans his neck back, his belly is a little sour from the drunk he had the night before. A taxi goes by, stops in front of Bram's, it looks like Nancy, David, Carol and Rockwater. continue reading