The town of Leslimb

 I spent the day walking a thin dirt road
Night came and I knew I would need somewhere to stay.
I saw A side road up ahead and investigated, there were no signs.
But down the side road there were lights, a few houses. Maybe this will do.
I looked down, stepped forward and continued walking. I'll fing somesthing, I'll find somewhere to sleep.
I came to a roundabout with a few empty buildings. A big barn with an open door.
I'll sleep here. I set out the blanket I had lay down and dreamed of all those wonderful things I'm not allowed to have.
Then I woke to an old man looking in. He said to me "So you found the barn" A sunny morning, way too bright for my eyes that morning.
I said to the man "Well I guess I did."

I stepped out and observed the town. att he far end there were no houses just a grass berm with a charming little well, built with attractive rocks with one of those tiny rooves.
I looked back to the small township. It looked like it had been a tourist town with an old tourist bus parked perfectly against a rusted blue bus stop.
A plus size woman in her fifties with brown straggly hair and reddish skin, it looked like she was ushering me over, but she didn't seem to have the energy. Through one caravan window it looked like other women were in there. It was like a brothel on wheels perhaps. There was a fruit stall with a husband and wife selling fruits and a few vegetables. They looked a little more normal. Dark skinned and short stature, but more expressive, evidently happy.
Behind the bus stop was a clean and very welcoming looking tourist shop. It looked out of place. Everything else was dusty, Rusted and unclean. I looked through the window like a child at his first mall experience. There were soft toys and books so well exhibited under such good lighting it made me doubt the place was real at all. Felt real enough.
There was a butcher working out of a raised stall, probably something he built himself, He was grilling meat. The aroma coming out of there was incredible. Naturally I asked for a small bag of it. It was cheap enough and the coins in my pocket easily afforded me it.
I opened the bag and started to eat, as I walked away from the shop the meat started tasting raw.
A frustration, even an anger at being conned into raw meat took me over, I started to walk back to the stall to complain. with every foot fall toward teh old shack the paper bag in my hand warmed up a little more. By the time i was in earshot of the butcher, i could pull a piece of meat out and see it was completely grilled and smelled delicious.
An awkward tall and very slow speaking teenager came out of nowhere and approache me, same reddish tinge as if the sun was just a little too abrasive in the region.
"You need to eat it near the cart, otherwise it goes bad." I laughed at the absurdity of what he said.
But just like something magnetic losing it's pull, when i walked away it got cold, and when I walked back it heated up.
"Thank you for the heads up." I told him. he tried to press out a smile on his face. I knew he was expressing an attempt at joy.
I passed the mechanic's shops. It was empty, Then a small volkswagon beetle came out of nowhere and parked infront of me. Three dwarvish mechanics got out, all dressed in their blue stained overalls, echoing the color and rust of the bus stop. The first one that appeared had discolored skin on his face and signs of a cured goiter below the jaw. But he walked more confidently. The other two followed in behind. They waved and regarded me as naturally as if I'd been there an eternity. But we'd never met.
I had this feeling I needed to leave. Stop my little excursion and get back to the hotel in the other town.
I walked toward the distant pine trees that marked the cross roads.
As I approached it suddenly became dark. I checked my watch it was 5,14am around the time i need to get up when I'm working. Atleast I'm out of that strange town.
I turned up the road I had originally came from trudging on for kilometers. The sun came up and the heat of the day with it. I saw people working th fields on the road side, tending their crops.
I stopped by. "Hi, can you tell me what the name of the town off the cross roads back there is called?"
The wife absconded, but the husband showed more interest, he looked up at me enthusiastically, but also a little worried.
"Do you mean Leslimb? That's not really a town, there right." He said.
"Well of course it's a town I've just been inside it." I told him.
"Were things strange there, Did you notice anything, not quite right, time of day, a strange tourist shop, weird happenings."
 "What if I did" I said nervously.
"You were in purgatory, the real one."
"What do you mean?" I said concerned.
"When you walked out did the time change either getting later or earlier?"
He just looked at my face.
"You ate the food didn't you?"
Suddenly his wife was by his side, 
"Just let the man go about his business." She said.

An icy feeling started in the bend of my neck and slowly melted into spine.
A tear drop fell from my eye.
It was the same couple who worked the fruit and vegetable stall back in that town.