The little gas station has only two pumps, and one of them is always broken. No one buys gas anyway. They throw their peanuts in the parking lot and walk away with coffee that tastes like burnt metal and cigarettes that trail green smoke.
The woman who runs the thrift store is the most beautiful in the world. She has crooked teeth and brown eyes and is soft and round and impeccably dressed. She never has any coats for sale because she gives them away.
The man who runs the thrift store is the most beautiful in the world. He has crooked teeth and brown eyes and is soft and round and impeccably dressed. He never has any coats for sale because he gives them away.
The person who runs the thrift shop wore a mask once, and the owner of the ice cream shop and the convenience store night clerk volunteered to pay the price for them. The costume shop proprietor found a discount was possible, but only a small one.
At three AM the night clerk with angry yellow eyes sits on the curb of the convenience store and drinks a coke, watching the ghostly handprints in the windows of the mattress store appear and fade away.
The thin, terrible carpet of the mattress store used to be replaced once a month. The store owner claimed it was the caramel from the candy shop seeping through, but the mattress store only ever smelled like metal.
Once upon a time, the evil dark of a mattress store that wasn't really a mattress store shredded into a thousand shards that became grackles and whirled around a soft, round person who believes in coats for the cold and justice for the living.