Mr. Walls Store

Prologue

September 19, 1966......

The Opening of Walls' Gas Stop...

The town of Springs Valley, Nebraska, was crowded around a small building, to be one of the first gas stops in Nebraska. The town Mayor, Albert Ricardo Perez, was standing next to a 5.6 ft man named, Charles Walls.The tall man wore an Ivory, off white knitted shirt, and a red plaid vest. Jeans with fairly small holes in them. And a dark grey wool cap to cover his graying brown hair. Small dull red spectacles low on his nose bridge.

He and Mayor Perez stand in front of the small building, Perez with giant silver scissors, gave them to Mr.Walls. Mr.Walls stood there with a big smile and he cuts a long purple ribbon that was blocking the entrance. The large crowd cheers with excitement, Charles never been happier since the day he lost his wife, Mila Walls. He stills thinks of what she would say if wasn't in that plane crash.

"You did a good job honey."

Chapter 1
July 3, 1989

23 years later....

The small town grew and grew, Skyscrapers, library's, schools, and other big buildings. Every single one was visited from thousands of people. Well, every one except..... Mr.Walls' Gas Stop. Only at least 5 to 10 people buy here, or get gas. Mr.Walls was losing money rapidly. He had to find a way to get advertisement, SOMETHING, to lift up his shop. It reminds him of Mila, his two daughters Annabel and Julie. Both in their twenties. His 11 year old black lab, Duke. growing old with almost white fur around his long drooling snout. Mr.Walls would sit in his favorite green recliner and lets Duke jump on his lap, Duke is usually very careful of jumping on his master.

That day with Duke by his side, he thought of something for his shop.

''What if I make posters? No. A Website? No, I don't know how to use those thingamajigs.''

He gave up on thinking. He woke Duke up to hop off his lap. He stood up from his chair, he called Duke to his old faded red 1950's Ford diesel Pickup truck. He drove to his Shop. He never realized how messy it was, walls are crumbling, products evrywhere on the black and white tile floor

(to be continued)