“And while some businesses that have been around for decades manage to maintain a certain charm wrapped in its glory of yesteryear, Huncke’s personified none of this. Its worn out rusticity was the living embodiment of a functional and aloof shell where weary travelers and indifferent locals got gas and pre-packaged snacks—not necessarily in that order. Grandma had remembered Mrs. Huncke’s fresh homemade apple pie and Summer had vague recollections of Huncke’s soft-serve ice cream. But those... days were long gone and as Hart pulled his car into the station, Summer arched her back and stretched, seeing no reason to exit the car to visit this outdated relic “for old time’s sake” or any other reason. “Dammit,” Hart yelled as he cut the engine. “What is it?” asked Summer, her heavy eyelids springing open. Hart pointed out the driver’s side window at a crudely written sign: NO GAS TODAY sorry “It’s okay, Honey,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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