#smalltowntober

Oh to move to a small town and live alone growing flowers in a cottage a few times a week going down to the local bar and singing like an angel for the townsfolk being the local cryptd unkown and enchanting at night crawling hunched over through the streets to get home to my dog on sundays I bake and sell fruits and bread when I have an abundance I am loved and cherished yet a mystery the kids find me eary yet ethereal. There is theories that roam saying I’m some sort of angel or a god but something isn’t right about how I act on Thursdays the elderly have no memory of the day I arrived but they know I wasn’t always here I will have anyone over for afternoon tea but afterwoods they must be willing to decompose with me in my favourite growth of moss and mushrooms in the dark forest that gives shade to my home