I was born and spent the first five years of my life in a small rural district. We didn't have a primary school in our immediate community, now that I think of it; partly explaining why I was there for only 5 years. On Sundays, my cousin and I would walk to church with our great-grandmother. We'd walk along a straight major road which after a few miles (I think) eventually turned at a crossroad. This special spot was known as line corner as it represented the corner of the straight major road (creative, huh?).
Line corner was a special place in the community. There was a bar, a public pipe and the cool guys hung out there. To many, it represented some kind of accomplishment or change. It required quite a bit of walking to get there and after turning the corner you'd be on your way to entering a different community.
Somehow, I got to thinking about this place a few minutes ago. How interesting it was when rural citizens 'arrived' at line corner - it was a positive experience; one worth celebrating.
When amplified and the 'line corner' becomes only figurative in nature, how many will be there chillin'? Will it cease to invoke excitement and pride?
I have reason to think it will.
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This could be a short story...
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