Midway through the break, Catherine’s Dad and I went grocery shopping. Misty Brook and the surrounding Little trailer parks all convened in the J-Swift Shopping Center; the closest thing local Littles had to a downtown. J-Swift: Where the ceilings were all only ten feet high. It was glorious.
Every store in the center was run by and catered to Littles. All food sold was unpoisoned and catered to Little preferences. All interactions and sales were done as adults trading services for money. The parking lot was littered with ramped up scooters, sidecars and pull wagons.
Growing up, my Mom told me that such places were common in countries governed by smaller folk. Their Little Town even had one. But here, just an hour outside of Oakshire, J-Swift was a cool and refreshing oasis in the middle of a towering and harsh desert.
