Walls up dividing and separating us. “…Ugh! Enough.” Anna pulls on her tye-die hoodie with sequins spelling out LOVE and LAUGHTER. “Why not just step toward people instead?”
Her neighbors are friendly, sorta middle-class with well-kept older homes and sidewalks. But, there’s a doormat saying: Unwelcome, nearby as she swirls buttery pasta with a fork to her mailbox. Across the street, three semi trucks pull out of the Lopez’s RV parking lot. Each month, full of immigrant children? Anna’s eyes meet knowingly with the surrounding neighbors, going back inside. The last truck turns the corner bending the Neighborhood Watch sign.
Her neighbors are friendly, sorta middle-class with well-kept older homes and sidewalks. But, there’s a doormat saying: Unwelcome, nearby as she swirls buttery pasta with a fork to her mailbox. Across the street, three semi trucks pull out of the Lopez’s RV parking lot. Each month, full of immigrant children? Anna’s eyes meet knowingly with the surrounding neighbors, going back inside. The last truck turns the corner bending the Neighborhood Watch sign.
