by Kassie Shanafelt

 

I-20 to the middle of Nowhere, Texas. It all looks the same except for New York Hill. A church turned hole in the wall restaurant overlooks what’s left of the ghost town. Someone painted logs white and arranged them in letters to spell out the name like a hillbilly version of the Hollywood sign.

This is Hollywood around these here parts. My Memaw’s movie star picture dangling crooked on the wall, overlooking children she used to babysit turned old men. Stick your fork into the white gravy covered chicken fried steak. It’s almost as good as Grauman’s Chinese Theater if not more permanent.

Pick a city on either coast. Neither can fill fame like this small town. Better take the buttermilk pie to go.

 

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Kassie Shanafelt is a social media manager living in Brooklyn, NY. Her work is forthcoming in Coffin Bell Journal and has previously appeared in Enclave. She is the founding creative director of Millennial Pink, an online community for fellow creatives.

 

 

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