The last time Old Man Matheson stepped out of his outhouse, the sun was setting. Office lights turned on and the highway filled with rush hour traffic.
He was a young man in his twenties when he bought the land. A lot had changed. First houses went up, then sky scrapers. Now his little outhouse was all that remained of his original home.
He could hardly complain. He’d sold the land to them in the first place. Now it was time to move on. There was a condo in Florida with his name on it.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Roger Bultot
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