samijoo
Sitting around. Alone. Nothing but a platform to eat dinner at. Not many people join together around these anymore. Now that we have television, it's not the cool thing to do...these empty tables.
Every one knew about the shop. The shop that lies on mcgrove street. No one wanted to go in because when someone did, they never came back out. The shop was the barber shop. People would ask for a trim, but end up with their heads off.
An old man walked into the sunny New York park. He had never seen such a beautiful day. It was a wednesday, the birds were chirping. So he decided to feed them while he sat on the comfy, nearby bench.