Friday Fictioneers – Summer in the City

ff020915Loud, lively exchanges between open windows on opposite sides of the street. The alluring smell of Plazinsky’s Coney Dogs wafting up from the corner of Lafayette and 3rd. Kids on the sidewalk in just their underwear, innocently splashing in the puddles and spray of an open hydrant.  That was our summer.

These days the double-glazed windows remain shut tight: rumbling air con units keep their faceless occupants enclosed, cool and safe – the only sound now rising up from the baking August streets, the thumping bass of  passing car stereos.

It’s still the same neighbourhood, but it isn’t the old neighbourhood.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. 

38 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Summer in the City

  1. jwdwrites

    Ah the good ol’ days when you could still go out and leave your door open while you were gone. Of course you can still do that you just won’t have much left that’s all. Good story Paul 🙂

  2. gahlearner

    I love the first paragraph (although I had to look up Coney dogs, they sound dangerous)–it’s so vivid. Sad to lose a good community.

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Coney Dogs was something I picked up on Man v Food. Apparently in NY there are two famous hot dog joints next door to each other – one serves “American” and the other “Coney” dogs. Think the difference is extremely subtle i.e. stronger chili, different onions.

  3. sustainabilitea

    Paul, your story rings so true and is exactly the sense of loss I went for this week. This is on of the reasons I dislike the hermetically sealed windows of today’s office buildings. I really like this.


    1. paulmclem Post author

      Thanks, Janet. Nice to hear from you again. Perhaps one day soon you’ll be back amongst the FF fold i.e. take a break from Wordless Wednesdays 🙂


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