There is a street named Periwinkle. Then there is also a street named Periwrinkle. I live on the corner of those two in a town named Peritwinkle. Peritwinkle lies between two towering mountains in South Eastern Asia, with a population of 100 people. The population is oddly never larger or smaller than 100. You'd expect it to be cold since its between two mountains, but it is actually always, always hot. It is so hot all the time that the only preschool there is in Peritwinkle stopped teaching the seasons since there was none. The only shopping center there is is in the middle of town, and every store has black boarded up windows to keep the scorching sun out. There is no title of which store sells what, because the signs had long ago been washed out. However, the signs aren't found necessary, because all the citizens know which store is which, and no one ever visits. And even if they did ( which they never do), it would seem like a long forgotten, old fashioned city, and no one would give it a second thought. There is no streets, because everything you need is in walking distance, and also because no one has a car. Everyone is friends. There is Maria and Hector who have twin babies Alex and Alexander. Maria is the town's only teacher, and Hector is the town's only doctor. There is one of everything in Peritwinkle, except the farmers. The farmers are Joe, Jacob and Jordan. Not a lot of food is needed, so neither are a lot of farmers. We called the farmers the J men. Next comes the librarian, ( though there are very few books), Sam. Sam is also a part time cleaning lady. There is also a lot of children. Other than the twins, there is Sally, Jenny, Karter, Nina, Lucy, and little Tom. Their parents fill in the rest of the jobs, and the kids ages range from one to nineteen. Everyone helps one another out, and money isn't needed since everything is either traded or given as a favor. My parents were the architects before they died, in case there was ever the need for more buildings. There never was. No one ever moved in and no one ever moved out. News traveled fast, too. I was the first to move out of Peritwinkle. Or at least tried to.
