Small Town Life

It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. I parked the car and began walking down Main Street.

There was a white cottage to my right with a sign that read ‘Threads & Things.’ A few houses down I passed a purple two story Victorian style building that appeared to be a bed and breakfast. It had a wrap around porch with Adirondack chairs on the lawn.

There were two women sitting in the chairs who were laughing while sipping some sort of fruity cocktail. I imagined they were best friends having a girls getaway weekend.

As I continued my walk, I passed an elderly man using a cane. He nodded a hello and I smiled back. Oh how I love small towns.