The loneliness of an old neighborhood grocery store standing like a tombstone in a green field. The red lettering on the white sign faded to pink and identifies this place as the R.E. Roller Grocery. The ombre coloring and vertical wood plank walls echo the past in tobacco country. The tipped over yellow flower pot makes me wonder who put it there as a cool breeze blows through the shack’s old wooden bones.
Was it a descendent of the man who carefully crafter the chevron patterned wood door, perhaps Mr. Roller himself? Located in Hawkins County, Tennessee. It exists like something out of the Cormac McCarthy novel, Suttree.
Excerpt from Ghostland America…
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