Norton Road

It used to be the dust and noise.

The workers coming and going like ants to a picnic.

Now it's personal.

Everyone calls him Pap for reasons he can't remember. The people who matter are all gone now. His only neighbor is the factory. The beast that manufactures furniture and dust. So much dust. Dust that covered his wife as she lay dying and everything since. It covers his house inside and out, and his front porch swing. The grass and trees for as far as the eye can see. It even covers Rosemary...