We entered town on the old state highway, following the railroad tracks past boarded up businesses and huge, empty warehouses. In my mind I saw the other side of town, the garden that grew parking lots, strip malls and fast food on approach to the interstate.
Those flowers of the 2020s wouldn’t do.
This plot of the 1930s, though, was perfect.
We stopped in front of an empty warehouse and I got out.
We could set up and nobody would know.
But then I saw the CCTV cameras.
Glancing at the boss’ casket, I left town.
We’d find a place.
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