I should have checked on the name before I drove into the town. “Pernicious”, which meant wicked, bad. Oh not that the town was bad, the people were nice, syruppy nice, the town was beautiful, astonishingly so, it was peaceful, like a cemetary.
I wanted to go home. Why don’t I? I have tried, there is one road into and out of “Pernicious” You could stand in the middle of the town and see it, it went out and up, but I couldn’t get to it.. I couldn’t drive out, my car had died. I tried walking, I headed towards that road, I did it four times already.. The people didn’t stop me, they would wave and tell me “See ya later alligator”.. It was true, they would see me later, I’d end up lost, walking around in circles, then finding my way to the towns cafe, where I was always given free coffee and breakfast. I would try again tonight.
Pancakes this time.. I wasn’t going to stop, I would try again tonight.
I marveled at how beautiful the sunrise was, I ate my french toast and eggs. I would try again tonight..