The Edge of Empty

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The engine coughed—a tired, guttural sound that mirrored how I felt. I gripped the wheel tighter, leaning forward as if it would coax the van into giving me just one more mile. The gas gauge was so far below empty I was sure it was running on sheer determination. Max shifted beside me, his ears flicking back, and I glanced at him.

"Just a little further," I mumbled, not knowing if I was talking to him, the van, or myself.

Finally, a town came into view, small but alive. The van lurched as I coasted down the main road, and when I saw the gas station, it felt like a mirage. A rusty old sign squeaked in the faint breeze, the faded letters spelling out "Service & Go." I don't think they've replaced a thing in this gas station since before I was born, but I didn't care. I managed to pull into a parking spot and turn off the van before it was completely out of gas. I made sure to pick a spot at the top of the little incline in case I had to roll to the gas pump.

"Well, Max," I said while patting his head. "We made it. Kind of."

I opened the door, hopped out, and stretched. The heat was dry, not unbearable, but enough to make me want a breeze to come through. Max hopped out after me, with very little grace as he hit the pavement. He sniffed the air. I took a quick look around. It appeared like we were on the corner of what might be the main street. I put my hand above my eyes to block out the sun. I think I could see the other side of this little town.

The Town Comes Into Focus

The town was small but charming. The buildings all looked older than me with very little done to them. But there were some cute little things done along the street. Little potted plants lined the street. Red bows hung from the lampposts. As I looked around, something else struck my eye. The sidewalks and streets looked like they've just been cleaned. While beaten up due to the weather, there wasn't a speck of trash lying anywhere. The more I looked, the more fond I became of the little town. Next, I noticed the businesses.

A small diner with a hand-painted sign out front. It said "Deb's Eats" and underneath it said "Best Pie in Town". Next to it, a hardware store with a door that looked run down from years of opening it. Further down the road a bit was a bookstore or maybe it was a thrift shop. It was hard to see with the sun in my eyes.

The street was wide enough for two lanes of traffic and cars to be parked on both sides, but there wasn't a car in sight. It was so quiet it made me think the town was holding its breath. A few locals were walking down the street, so that gave me hope it wasn't a ghost town. I noticed a couple of older men sitting outside the diner too. Everyone moved slow. It was a pace that suggested they weren't in a hurry to be anywhere, which was quite different from the high speed of the city where I grew up.

Max, now leashed up, pulled me toward a patch of grass near the gas station. "Alright, we can stretch our legs," I said. He led us down the street towards the middle of town. It was a charming little town, but the gas station behind me reminded me of why I couldn't linger too long. I needed gas, and I needed a way to get it.

A Walk Through the Town

As we started walking, we passed the diner. I caught a whiff of freshly cooked bacon and a pot of coffee brewing. My stomach was rumbling in response. I hadn't eaten since I found Max, but food was a luxury I couldn't afford right now.

The hardware store looked like it had air conditioning, so I stepped inside. The air was cooler, and the faint scent of wood and oil was mixing with whatever cleaning solution they'd been using. Since I still had Max on the leash next to me, I didn't want to walk too far in. I wasn't sure if dogs were allowed. An older man glanced up from his book and offered me a polite nod before looking me up and down. I didn't want to linger too long. Without money, I didn't actually have any business being in the store.

But I walked over to the counter and asked the gentleman if there was a dog park or somewhere else I could let Max run around. He told me a few more blocks down there was a park and the dog was welcome anywhere in town. I was terrified to let Max off the leash though considering what had happened last time.

Back outside, I kept walking further towards the center of the town. A small park caught my attention, shaded by a few sprawling trees that looked like they'd been there for decades. Children's laughter echoed faintly as a group of kids played on a swing set, their voices carrying a strange mix of joy and freedom that tugged at something deep in my chest.

A bulletin board stood near the park's entrance, weathered but still standing. Flyers and notices were tacked on in a chaotic collage—lost pets, yard sales, community events. One brightly colored paper stood out, catching my eye as the sunlight hit it just right.

"Work for cash," it read, in bold letters. My heart quickened. Could this be the answer I needed?

I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the edges of the paper as I leaned in to read the details. And just as I began to take it in, someone stepped up beside me. A hand reached out, pulling the flyer down for a better look.

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