Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Progress

The small sleepy town had gone generations with everyone knowing everyone else. Truth was, everyone was related to everyone else.

They were proud of their gas station where all the old men met for coffee, post office, grocery store, video store, daycare, dentist (who was the brother of the banker), and of course, their churches. Three Baptist and a Methodist- something for everyone.

But then, the second gas station came in, with the Sonic attached, followed swiftly by the Dollar General. It was only a matter of time.

Pearls were clutched and vapors engaged when Cottonmouth Liquors opened its door. 

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