The streets belong to no one
“I’m just saying, the biggest debate of our time isn’t if the moon landing was faked or not or if Jack could’ve fit on the door, it’s Big Tony’s versus Little Teddy’s. I mean-” Parker Bailly holds up his two pizza slices, one from each pizzeria, and looks over at his coworker, who was walking with his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, dark brown eyes turned towards the sidewalk.
Noah Chance had not been listening to the “Great Pizza Debate”. He had heard it many times before and, at this point in his life, was more concerned with the new addition to the ranks of dead people that didn’t seem to stay dead.
“Noah?” Parker asked, who, along with being on a quest to find the superior pizza slice, was Noah’s coworker and best friend. To be honest, he was Noah’s only friend.
“Hmm?” Noah looked over at his friend. “Sorry, yeah, that board definitely had enough room for Jack.”
“Are you okay? You’ve been out of it all day. Was it the chaos at the Scoop?” With Teddy’s next door and Tony’s right across the street, the Whoop-di-Scoop Ice Cream Parlor had been uncharacteristically busy for this time of year. Even though there was a slight chill in the autumn air, many diners came into the small ice cream shop, finishing off a slice or two of pizza before choosing sweet dessert over warmth.
“No, it’s not that.”
“The police? Everything going on with Mr. Evans?” The police had stopped by the Bailly’s apartment before making their way across the hall to the Chance’s apartment, where they were surprised to find a messy-haired, baggy-eyed boy of 18 years standing groggily before them. When asked about any other family who might be better suited to answer their questions, Noah only shrugged and replied: “Not anymore.” The police left shortly after that, not bothering to ask the boy much about Mr. Evans. If they had stayed a bit longer, their small amount of detective skills may have picked up on the fact that Noah was hiding something. Or maybe not. Noah was good at hiding things.
“Kinda…” Noah stopped walking and looked over at his friend. “Parker, there’s something I should probably tell you. About Mr. Evans. And Seth. Actually about a lot of people.”
As Noah explained his predicament to his friend, the trees that were once filled with bright reds, oranges, and yellows, now turned black by the night, swayed as if being brushed by ghosts.
Noah Chance had not been listening to the “Great Pizza Debate”. He had heard it many times before and, at this point in his life, was more concerned with the new addition to the ranks of dead people that didn’t seem to stay dead.
“Noah?” Parker asked, who, along with being on a quest to find the superior pizza slice, was Noah’s coworker and best friend. To be honest, he was Noah’s only friend.
“Hmm?” Noah looked over at his friend. “Sorry, yeah, that board definitely had enough room for Jack.”
“Are you okay? You’ve been out of it all day. Was it the chaos at the Scoop?” With Teddy’s next door and Tony’s right across the street, the Whoop-di-Scoop Ice Cream Parlor had been uncharacteristically busy for this time of year. Even though there was a slight chill in the autumn air, many diners came into the small ice cream shop, finishing off a slice or two of pizza before choosing sweet dessert over warmth.
“No, it’s not that.”
“The police? Everything going on with Mr. Evans?” The police had stopped by the Bailly’s apartment before making their way across the hall to the Chance’s apartment, where they were surprised to find a messy-haired, baggy-eyed boy of 18 years standing groggily before them. When asked about any other family who might be better suited to answer their questions, Noah only shrugged and replied: “Not anymore.” The police left shortly after that, not bothering to ask the boy much about Mr. Evans. If they had stayed a bit longer, their small amount of detective skills may have picked up on the fact that Noah was hiding something. Or maybe not. Noah was good at hiding things.
“Kinda…” Noah stopped walking and looked over at his friend. “Parker, there’s something I should probably tell you. About Mr. Evans. And Seth. Actually about a lot of people.”
As Noah explained his predicament to his friend, the trees that were once filled with bright reds, oranges, and yellows, now turned black by the night, swayed as if being brushed by ghosts.
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