Post navigation ← Young HarkinRomance in a World of Horror → 2 thoughts on “Short Story Sunday: The Alley” Juliette Kings says: August 29, 2016 at 3:28 am Thank you for reblogging this story. Yesterday Clara and I were in downtown Sacramento walking down an alley looking for a mural. It smelled like urine. We could tell people had been camping there. Later we were about a mile away in another alley in a residential area full of old houses built in the 1800’s. Someone painted blue birds along an old metal fence, among the homeless camps and old buildings. There has been a nasty homeless problem in this area, and in the Sacramento area. We’re near two major rivers, four major interstate highways going north and south, east and west. There are a lot of lost souls dealing with addiction and mental illness. It is sad, and disgusting. We’ve all known a Nikki or two. After I wrote this I was so sad. That surprised me. It touched something I didn’t know I had in me. kingsboro2008 says: August 29, 2016 at 8:48 am Your welcome. I have been so busy with my art lately. I’m so glad I got to sit and read this. I love when a story has emotion and this one is very good. I’ve known my share of lost souls in life. I was one at one point. Never this bad. I was lucky. matt Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *You may use these HTML tags and attributes:<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.