The group was cobbled by parental geography of the mainly blue collar side of town, kids from the nicer eponymous street and others who lived in the surrounding neighborhood or north-side farms. All blank slates awaiting life stories’ unfolding and hoping for legacies of greatness any parent would want for their child.
The nest’s small-town nucleus kept its diverse congress circling into adulthood.
Even if drawn elsewhere by aspirations for more, many of those lives became fraught with attempts to fly away. Both externally and internally. Mother Nature is now trimming her aerie until she finally comes for us all.
100 Word Challenge writing prompt – blank
(Thanks to Kim for the pic.)
Goodbye, Bruce. You were one of the good ones.