Dusk settled over Coos Bay on Christmas Eve. Downtown was dead. So was the lot. But Wayne, Chief and Jared soldiered on. The music played. The fire crackled. The locomotive kept chugging through the idyllic landscape all of us want to inhabit. Wayne whipped up a turnip and rutabaga stew and baked cornbread. Jared stoked the fire and they sat down around the flames to eat and talk and drink. They agreed to hit the sauce lightly until they closed the lot. Wayne knew some straggler would eventually show up needing a tree or needing to see the train set in action. There was just something about seeing a toy train chugging along that does a sad grown man good.
Best solstice wishes Matt, I’ve been enjoying the read. Thanks- Wade
Love your dialogue.. puts me there