In the distance, a car drove down a deserted street in a deserted town in a forgotten place. As he walked to the beat of snow crunching underfoot, he counted the light poles that still gave light and a traffic signal that stayed green for what seemed an endless amount of time.
He stopped in front of store windows that once a long time ago would be decorated for the holidays but are now boarded up, leaving him only his memories of time passed.
He sat on a bench where dozens of people would sit, waiting for the bus into the city. Where Initials in hearts were carved out, professing endless love that time once again forgot.
He lit up a smoke and watched as he blew smoke rings into the emptiness of the night, remembering days past when everyone seemed to smoke and never gave a second thought that they would kill you. After all, John Wayne smoked.
The sun would rise soon as he took one last walk through the town that time had forgotten. A drunk lay in a doorway of a closed drug store, his empty bottle beside him, and tomorrow, not promised.
At the edge of town, he stopped and looked back at where he grew up and the memories he made there. Now, it was just another whistle-stop he was passing through, hoping for a change but realizing he had just paid his last respects.
Mike 2024
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