A guy was leaning on the Shine Statue, looked like he was eating beef jerky.
When city government held the ceremony to unveil the statue, Rose Weston’s first thought-one she seemed to share with most of the town- was: “I could have sculpted that.”
The Rhyne Statue, named for the artist, was supposed to commemorate the town’s comeback from devastating flooding.
It didn’t take too long to become the “Shine” Statue, because pedestrians used the low, angled marble as a convenient place to tie their shoes, placing their feet on it like one would for a shoe shine.
Wouldn’t be the first time the city wasted money, wouldn’t be the last.
Rose flipped the sign on the window from closed to open, and turned on the Carousel Burgers sign. She had no idea how her mom had managed to run the place when it was 24 Hours, 7 days a week.
She looked across the street at the guy leaning on the statue.
There was a backpack at his feet. He was a little dirty.
She knew all the street people. All of ‘em. Even if she didn’t know their name, she knew their face.
He was just a guy, average height, average build, a bit on the thin side. But something about him caught her eye and she couldn’t figure it out.
Had she known him in high school?
The man looked over at her in the window.
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