The day starts like the rest we've seen
Another carbon copy of an old routine
The days keep coming, one out one in
They keep coming
- Waitress, "Opening Up"
Hello, it is I, Ori with SCP #4. This is my longest one yet, because tbh I had a lot to say. This is a bit of a love letter to my father who comes from a small town. A few things in here directly reference his lived experience and things he's been told. Small towns are beautiful places and deserving of so much love, but they've been hit hard by economic crisis that leaves the locals poor and trapped where they are. Beyond that, they thrive on these local establishments that serve not only as services, but as places the community can gather. What would you do to keep your community's backbone from vanishing? Diners, salons, cafes…these places mean more to small and marginalized communities than it might seem.
Thank you so much to bigslothonmyface,
Limeyy,
DrBleep, and
AmserTheTree for wonderful crit that helped refine this piece and give it the ending it needed. You all were wonderful.
EDIT: +50 THANK YOU!!!
Edit: I never did a proper edit for when this broke +100. I think today, even with all the other things I've written for the wiki, this remains my favorite work. People may disagree, but I really feel like there's something about this one that stays with me. I'm the proudest of this work so far.