Day 30

It was a closed street turned into playpen for delinquent motorcyclists and wanna-be skateboarders. There were no stoplights nor paints that dictated the direction of the wheelies. It was just a rectangular chunk of concrete closed off on two ends with toys and vehicles driving parallel in opposite directions and perpendicular, in gingerly fashion.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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