The next morning, Lena drove over the repair. Smooth as glass. No bounce. No rattle.
“No corners,” she said, walking out to inspect. asphalt repairs malvern
She’d lived in Malvern for twelve years. She knew every dipped curb near the old train station, every cracked stretch near the grammar school. But the pothole in front of the post office? That one was personal. Last week, it had bitten her front tire so hard she felt the jolt in her fillings. The next morning, Lena drove over the repair
“Both,” Lena said.
For the first time in months, Malvern felt whole again. One pothole at a time. The next morning