Old Haunt
She walked down the worn, yet familiar sidewalk. The neon had been refreshed, but everything else remained the same. Some of her fondest memories were in this place, and she knew she needed to see it one last time.
The whole district had been purchased by developers and was rezoned for luxury apartments and cute bistros. The dirt and grime of nostalgia was no longer profitable.
She and the other long-time residents had pleaded with the city to leave their favorite places alone, but their words went unheeded. The wreckingball was due at first light.
She touched the chipping paint on each of the doors as she bid these old, humble shops farewell.
“If it were up to me you’d all stand longer than anything or anyone here,” she said. “Thank you for the memories.”
She felt her heart grow heavy as she walked away. So many firsts happened in those shops. The neighborhood wouldn’t be the same without them. She knew it was the price of progress, but it still stung.
She nearly fell out of bed the next morning when she saw the headline on the News:
DEMO CREW DEMOLISHED IN OLD TOWN! BUILDINGS STAND AGAINST ONSLAUGHT! DEVELOPERS BAFFLED.
She smiled and would rush over as soon as the shops re-opened. Progress was fine, but vintage would never fade.
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