One day there was no street, and the next day there was. Freshly paved, with a sign and a name. A new street isn’t amazing, of course, it’s just something that happens. But when it seems to happen over night? Well, that’s odd, but not the kind of thing people really wonder about. The typical response is, “Huh, when did they put that in?” accompanied by a shrug.
Some people, however, are always curious, and other people just need to go in that direction. So, down the street they’ll drive their cars, looking ahead, looking around, not really paying attention to how the curbs begin to rise and move closer, quickly becoming much too cramped to turn around in. Or how the manhole covers grind open, all on their own. Or how the sewer grates widen and leer like hungry old men with cracked yellow teeth. How they hiss.
If you happen to look down the street from outside at that moment, you might see those cars stop and begin to back up in alarm. But then, if you blink, the street will be gone.
To where?
You never know. The next time it appears, in another place, it might look like it’s been there for years. It might be paved, cobbled, or made of dirt. It might even have a different name. Perhaps something other than Swallow Street.
Or perhaps not. Streets like that are funny.
Original author: IPostAtMidnight