Clay
“But Marcus wanted one.
There’s room to stretch his legs. With his head nestled back, he’s mesmerized by the buildings scraping the blue sky. The electricity of Times Square flickers around him. Despite the traffic, his driver coasts through red lights. At one point they get stuck beside a delivery truck, and even though it’s pumping exhaust into the limo, he can smell grass.
When he was little, his father took them upstate New York, where the hills rolled with green to visit his grandmo...ther. It was the year she died. They went to the park that afternoon, took the blanket and the basket and a Frisbee. Grandmother picked dandelions with him and they rubbed them under their chins until their skin turned yellow.
Yellow like the sun.
Traffic snarls near Grand Central Station. Pedestrians crowd the crosswalk with a mixture of tourists and anxious New Yorkers. A group of children flock around their mother, running by her side.MoreLess
There’s room to stretch his legs. With his head nestled back, he’s mesmerized by the buildings scraping the blue sky. The electricity of Times Square flickers around him. Despite the traffic, his driver coasts through red lights. At one point they get stuck beside a delivery truck, and even though it’s pumping exhaust into the limo, he can smell grass.
When he was little, his father took them upstate New York, where the hills rolled with green to visit his grandmo...ther. It was the year she died. They went to the park that afternoon, took the blanket and the basket and a Frisbee. Grandmother picked dandelions with him and they rubbed them under their chins until their skin turned yellow.
Yellow like the sun.
Traffic snarls near Grand Central Station. Pedestrians crowd the crosswalk with a mixture of tourists and anxious New Yorkers. A group of children flock around their mother, running by her side.MoreLess
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