Let us begin the week with: shutdown.
Ah, what a relief - March is finally in sight!
I pulled up in front of the general store but paused as I reached to turn off the engine. A hollow feeling settled in the pit of my stomach while the words on the note taped to the store window beat their way into my brain.
Were now permanently closed. Thank you to all of our loyal customers for your years of support.
"Were," I said with a shake of my head. "Old Luke never was too good at grammar."
Of course that wasn't really the problem. But it was easier to focus on. Easier to correct than the locked doors, darkened interior, and empty shelves.
Easier to confront than the death knell that grew louder every day, signaling the end of my town.