The Alley

AlleyThe first time I saw the alley, I was nine years old. My mother and father were fighting, and I ran out of our rented brownstone in tears. Their voices jangled in my ears like glass on paving stones. At the corner I turned right instead of left, and there it was.

The entrance was not hidden or obscured in any way, but there was something off-putting about the dim, grimy passageway that discouraged investigation. I had certainly never been there before. I was not allowed past the front yard alone. And yet, I knew this place, these sagging walls, the vacant stares of the bricked up windows.

I did not go in. I stood for a long time, gathering my courage, until my father found me and took me back inside. I fell asleep that night to the sound of hushed arguments and water dripping on asphalt.

I saw the alley again when I was fifteen, passing it by on my way to the bus station, and a third time two years later. That night James knifed a man while I held the door. It was all on the surveillance tape, our faces clear against the backdrop of grainy shadows. James ran off, and I looked for someplace to lay low. There, between two storefronts I had passed a hundred times, the alley beckoned.

It was a good place to hide: a place away. I was cold and probably more than a little high. It is very hard to remember those days. But I lingered there too long. James found me staring at nothing and drew me away with laughter rooted in the absolute. His presence was an anchor.

I am thinking of him now while you are sleeping, sweat-sweet and still tangled in the sheets, because the alley was there this morning when I woke. I can see it now, a dark opening in the garden wall. If I tread softly, I can slip out the back door without waking you.


This post was written in response to two writing prompts.

The Trifecta Writing Challenge  prompt:

You should write a creative response using the given word. You must use the word in your response, and you must use it correctly. Your response can be no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words. This week’s word is:

ALLEY (noun) 

1: a garden or park walk bordered by trees or bushes
2a (1) : a grassed enclosure for bowling or skittles

     (2) : a hardwood lane for bowling; also : a room or building housing a group of such lanes
  b : the space on each side of a tennis doubles court between the sideline and the service sideline
  c : an area in a baseball outfield between two outfielders when they are in normal positions
3: a narrow street; especially : a thoroughfare through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of lots or buildings

By the way, if you haven’t seen it, check out my list of past Trifecta and Trifextra winners!

The Write On Edge prompt:

This week, write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece where fate plays a prominent role. You can write from the position of a complete belief or absolute disbelief in the role of fate in our lives or the lives of our characters.

24 thoughts on “The Alley

  1. Mandy says:

    I’m thinking the alley appears only when she most needs it. And for some reason, she’s never entered it. I wonder what will happen when she does and why it’s appearing now.

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  2. jenhasapen says:

    I agree with previous commenters. The alley was a character all it’s own, and I thought this piece was fantastic. I love “sagging walls” and the description of the windows. Great job!

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  3. Christine says:

    (Is commenting on my own post a faux pas?)

    I love how many different interpretations there are on The Alley. As pleased and flattered as I am about the praise, I realize that much my intent hardly came through at all, which is an important thing to learn.

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  4. Roxanne Piskel says:

    I’m pretty impressed with this one. The alley provides a creepy factor, but I also feel there is something possibly magical about it? Or is the alley a part of the speaker? It’s hard to tell, but I like your phrasing.

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  5. Trifecta says:

    Thanks for linking up with Trifecta this week. Like always, you’ve given us a truly lovely piece. I really enjoyed the idea of the alley as a place to hide people who need to run. I thought it was clever how you glossed over the second meeting with the alley, leading straight into the third. The technique gives us three separate incidents without reading like a high school essay. (First. Next. Finally.) Great job.

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  6. AmyBeth Inverness says:

    I love how you can read this and see the alley as some sort of magical entity, or you can read it as a symptom of her deranged mind.
    Great piece, but I’m not sure how it fits into the “fate” prompt…

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  7. Libby says:

    Wow! That was cool! It took me a minute to realize it was a metaphoric hiding place.

    Lyrically written too…glass on paving stones – I liked that 🙂

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