Road

The road to his home, like most residential roads in this rural region, was little more than a thin sheet of asphalt. Motorists could not drive more than twenty feet without having to avoid some deep crack or crevice -- not a pothole really, but more of an implosion of the gravel and dirt underneath. Neither edge had a curb, the crumbling asphalt eventually giving way to gravel and, a few inches further, a natural gutter filled with decaying leaves. Remnants of the white and yellow traffic paint were still distinguishable, in most places anyway.