The Blue Bell Booth

The blue Bell calling booth at Gately Square, was not the most popular location in Boston. But things happened there.The intersection where it lay was a unique one: in one direction heralded the rushing artery that with a circadian rhythm, pumped the extremities of Boston inward, to be coddled by the city's buzzum. In the other the entropy and energy of a people, crossing bridges and bars and boulevards. This clash of egos beat of stop- go to a heart of brick and cobblestone. This is not to say, that Huntington and Mass Ave were enemies, but more like competitors in a game of brinksmanship. Thus things happened at Gately Square: whether it was art students going to the supply store for easel and oil, or Symphony sounding harmonious yawps from every side. On one sidewalk of Huntington, before the clash; bums and vagabonds begged for coins, scowling at the many who couldn't see them and the few who did. They would travel up and down different nooks depending on the day, hoping to catch you when you least expected it. They had names like Jarvis and Jones, or Tony and Jim; with problems that couldn't even come close to the conciseness of their titles. Like frightened dogs they cowered at end one of the street, and elusively, never the other. They seemed to be able to sense the cataclysm of cacophony that all were invisibly choking on. Yet today was just like everyday, come fog, rain, sun or snow. And the people were private and populous; sons and daughters of the commonwealth.


Made some new edits, still not sure if I like the middle or not. Please tell me if the few edits were an improvement!