(100 word portrait)
He first saw pavement two weeks after his sixth birthday.
He stood in awe, staring at the ribbon of black curling through a field of green.
He wore his brother’s last-year shoes, and carried a bacon sandwich in a grease-soaked, brown paper bag.
He wiggled his toes in the too-large shoes, and rocked back and forth. It was his first day of school, and they told him a yellow bus would stop to pick him up.
It was a day of firsts.
Standing by a black road, waiting for a yellow bus, was the first time he’d left the canyon.