Magnolia Lane, Sunday

The Pimento

A Rhode Island Red rooster in a dark green blazer and white polo stands at a wooden concession counter with a paper-wrapped sandwich and sweet tea, pink azaleas and Georgia pines in golden afternoon light behind him.

The sandwich had cost the same for eleven years. He found this reassuring in the way one finds all fixed points reassuring — not because the world should remain unchanged, but because it was good to know that someone, somewhere, had simply decided it would.

12 April 2026

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