by Jeff Swanson
Miles are growing in between the wheat. They will take them and lay them down on the land. so that people can finally get from city to city. There's a board of standards that decrees how many will be placed between certain towns. Naturally towns lobby to be closer to major centers of industry, ports, and similar hubs. But someone's got to be out in the sticks. The loser in all of these negotiations was Nowheresville, which was perhaps doomed by its very name. Tell that to Tom Nowhere, the Dutchman, if you dare. If you don't value your teeth.
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Clever and evocative. This reminds me that "life in the sticks" to a big (the largest-sized) city person, can mean life in Indianapolis. I like the reference to old wave immigration, too. *
Great finish--literal punch.
Thanks so much Ann and Michael! Glad you enjoyed it! :-)
While this complete in itself, and leaves the reader with an imagined image of Tom, the Dutchman, it also, for me, seems like a great first paragraph for a longer length short story ... or even a novel! Nicely written.