I drove through a new part of
town yesterday, actually trying to find a short cut when I found myself running
late as rush hour started. Along the multi-lane, one-way traffic corridor, vehicles
moved like a line of ants—close and rapid.
At one side street, this low sign
caught my eye, although no traffic marker on the corner substantiated the name.
I slowed as much as possible while I drove past to gain a longer glimpse down
the connecting road. Unlike all other one-way, parallel roads in the grid, it
curved into a large park, which looked normal enough, except for the blue shade
trees nestled deep on the spacious lawn…blue not like the hint of blue of a
spruce but brilliant blue like forget-me-nots. No trace of a unicorn, although I
suspected they were hiding or resting or playing or whatever unicorns do underneath
those blue trees.
A driver behind honked for me
to move ahead. Unsure how to turn around in the massive network of the one-way
streets, I typed coordinates into my GPS and found no Unicorn Street shown nor
any park.
If you know anything about
the street or park or have seen any unicorns there, please message me. I’m
determined to return to that part of town and explore Unicorn Street and will
share my findings.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original
ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that
resonate with her.
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