A small can in a big city.

I could hear footsteps coming down the hall. The chaos of the moment made me wonder if I would be the next one to disappear from amoungst my friends. 

The light shun through and his cold hands grabbed me by the neck. Moments later another one and another all being crumbled into another dark place.  

Moments later I could hear but not see the busy outside world of Nassau Bahamas.  

Shaken but not stirred I could only imagine the scene around me. The temperature dropped. I was in what seemed to be a bag filled with warm comforting clothing.  

After for what seemed to be forever, a warm mitted hand reached in and rescued my brother and I and we were in a huge city. This was far from the salty air of the islands. A Symphony of people, steel and concrete was all around. I had cousins and family here. I had seen this place in family photos.  It was New York. The concrete jungle. The place where dreams were made of. It's was amazing.  

I hope you'll find a home a voice said. He left us and disappeared. Now everyday is more amazing than the next. Life in the big Apple has just begun. 

 

chilling out in the big Apple 

chilling out in the big Apple 

why shouldn't I be sold here?   

why shouldn't I be sold here? 

 

catching a taxi. Should have rolled it would have been faster. 

catching a taxi. Should have rolled it would have been faster. 

waiting for.a taxi. 

waiting for.a taxi.