“Bereft,” they screamed and ran down the street. Neither really sure of the words meaning, but liking the way it sounded when it moved past their lives, and even more when the sound bounced of the clapboard faces of the homes built up almost just against the curb, and returned to their ears. They laughed and hollered and waited for the echo. Then did the same, again.
The sun set, directly behind them, straight down between the two rows of houses, and casted, or another word that means more than casted, their long darkening shadows ahead of them.