The Dark Place

Dark Times by Kaze Gadway

     Do you remember those movies that proclaim the end of the world? People in rags living in dark places under the bridge scrounging for food. I found out where they made those movies.

     When people with homes complain, the police raid streets where homeless sleep and force them to find a new place.

     Recently, I saw a handful of men, women and children move their camp under the bridge one block over. It is crowded. As I drove past it Sunday morning, every space filled up with sleeping bags, blankets, backpacks and sleeping bodies. For a moment it looks like the end of the world.

     Then Jimmy recognizes my car and waves with a big smile. “Yeah, we got a new home. Don’t worry. The police will shift some other group next week and we will move back.”

      I look…