Narrative Essay: The Story Of Michael Gallagher

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I stayed late to close up the shop, a responsibility not ordinarily bestowed upon minors. Had I come home earlier, I might not have seen Michael Gallagher. The Gallaghers lived in a dingy house down the street from mine, but anyone who got too close was soon accosted by the Rottweiler chained up in the yard. Children walked on the other side of the street, and people gripped their wheels more tightly when driving by. From what I´d heard, it had to do with more than the dog. By the time I returned home from work and reached my front door, it was getting dark. That was when I saw him, the oldest Gallagher kid, sitting on the roof of his house. With the setting sun behind him, he looked like a silhouette. My gaze lingered on Michael a moment longer

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