Fiction & Poetry

Existential Ink

Wilbur Greene
Aug 7, 2023
7 min read
Photo by Lidia Nemiroff

In the quiet town of Belmont, life tended to move at its own, unhurried pace. Main Street, lined with family-owned businesses, bore silent testimony to the passage of time. The town’s calendar revolved around the school games, Sunday church services, and seasonal festivities. It was a life untouched by the capriciousness of the big cities, one that thrived on routine and familiarity.

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