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Pittsburgh Street by Russell Streur

They walked together, hand in hand that night, from the cantina to her room. Common lilacs bloomed along the Soo Line tracks. She led him to her mouth and then her arms and bed. Pulled him finally to his feet. They stood, needle marks in the moonlight, on Pittsburgh Street.




Russell Streur is a born-again dissident residing in Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been published in the United States, Ireland and Switzerland. He has recently opened the doors of The Camel Saloon, a bar for dromedaries, malcontents and jewels of the world. First drink is on the house: http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/