Forgotten Station

     The man whipped off the sweat off his brow, after a long day in the summer heat.  He had worked hard to keep his business in good shape, but again, he did not have any costumers that day.  He took a deep breath and wondered over to the edge of his cement patch, where his gas station ended and the field begin.  This was one of the reasons he never had costumers.  His business was in the middle of nowhere, no one ever came out here, it was a deserted town and he had only stayed because he could not stand leaving his childhood behind.  Everywhere he looked was familiar and he would never have to worry about getting lost.  Friendly smiles greeted him at every turn and he felt wanted in his small slice of the world.   But he could no longer afford to live here.  He used up his entire life savings to live in his hometown but now he knew he could not stay.  He had to take in the view of his field and the trees while he had the chance to see that freedom.  He would miss it, it would become part a desire of his to come back here and show his grandchildren where he lived.  He thought of all the wonderful memories of his life time in this town, but then his mind wandered to the bills sitting on the kitchen table.  At that moment his teenagers ran outside with a old beat up soccer ball in there hands as they shoved each other back in forth.  They ran out to the field to play soccer for their entertainment of their evening, because they had to sell the television to pay the bills.  The kids had given up so many opportunities in their childhood because they could not pay for it.  So, he would give up his hometown and move somewhere where they could make more of a living and had the comforts of home.  He had decided what he was going to do and he had to do it before his determination ran out.