The Yellow House

The Yellow House On the corner of first and no where, is a place that serves biscuits and gravy. They have grits and liver with onions. Wednesday night, all you can eat fish, mostly cat… Frog legs, when they can catch them. Oh, and they make the biggest cinnamon roll, you have ever dreamed possible to be fit in an oven… The bread for toast is made fresh. Big Bill does that. He works in the back. A retired vet, don’t ask… he will not talk of it. Well, at least not yet, but we all hug him often, when the storm(s) come, and they do come, even when it is sunny out. On days like that, the bread is not made fresh, but we do not mind. We simply make pancakes and waffles and sell day old pie. No one cares… we love each other here. The house of sunshine, where friends… were strangers, but that was yesterday.