The eastern end of Run Dark Alley ratlled in colorful pennants, flags, and streamers like a orphanage’s clothesline on laundry day, [please punish me for that] but the western end, Madrigar’s end, rested like a cat in the shade.
On it’s western end Run Dark abutted a three-story apartment building who’s height kept Madrigars in shade nearly all day long, but who’s placement left the surrounding shops walls brightly light. The effect was similar to carrying a parasol on the beach.
Eesh. What I’m trying to convey, but not a way I’d like to convey it.
105 words on day 546