Wednesday, June 17, 2015

So, the camel is half way into the tent – meaning, of course, the day is half over; not that the government is into the house.

Umm. Perhaps.

Now the next building in the village has been seen several times but I’ve not remarked on it. I’m not sure what is was back when. I do know that the thing was a curio shop when I arrived.

As was the owner.

But, eventually the building morphed into a remodeled fascia, and two rooms remodeled inside the front half of the building. Those to rooms became something. I haven’t the name for it; a photography shop, mayhap, or an incipit porn shop if it had been allowed to continue life at that point.

But the law stepped in and told the owner that taking nude photos and partial nude photos of fourteen and sixteen year olds wasn’t a good idea, even if the girls asked for those photos to be taken.

Of course, the law told the man through the cell bars, out from behind which he eventually escaped with no charges after a six month  investigation with no bail.

He did attempt to start up a business in the building after all the fuss, but the girls involved had been of good family and had been embarrassed publically. Never a good basis for a business man to start anew.

He sold out.

The building was bought by a beauty shop proprietor from another town. She had three daughters, her husband having shot himself during a quick draw demonstration, she had things to mind.

The daughters, being native to the area, had their own life’s course and when the mother was killed in a vehicle accident on the new highway, they pursued them.

One daughter, having chosen the mothers course of beautician assumed the ownership of the building and opened the place as a barbershop, beauty shop.

Business was slow.

She moved the business and kept the building. She allowed her sister to live in the building as a residence, which continues today.


That’s it down there to the right with the little white and black sign.

There’s a story. A longish story about all this, but it is a story about the people involved, not the building.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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