The Rumored Edge Of The Flat Earth Behind The Wal-Mart In Sequatchie Crossing
By Tom Seest
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Where The World Drops Off
Every spring, Sequatchie Crossing hosts a town-wide yard sale paired with what the mayor insists on calling a “Zero Waste Community Cleanse,” which is mostly just an excuse to let folks pile things in the high school parking lot without getting fined. It’s a beloved event full of questionable furniture, half-used candles, and feral crockpots. This year included a new “Trade Up Tent” run by Kenny Joe Teeter, where folks could barter everything from stained couch cushions to unopened VHS workout tapes.
It was here, behind the Walmart—past the mattress with an air of mysterious dampness and a recliner that hissed when you poked it—that everything changed.
It started with Darnell Joe Ledbetter, who claims to have once worked on a weather balloon team out of Athens, Georgia, though no one has ever confirmed this, including the Athens Chamber of Commerce. While scouring the Walmart overflow lot for vintage vinyl (he said he was tracking down an obscure Conway Twitty bootleg), Darnell Joe wandered beyond the usual rummaging perimeter and encountered something strange: a noticeable drop in the terrain followed by an eerie stillness.
“Felt like the back of your neck before a storm,” he told The Weekly Tick. “Like gravity knew a secret.”
According to Darnell Joe, he tossed a rusted folding chair down the embankment, and it simply… didn’t land.
“Didn’t bounce. Didn’t clatter. Just vanished. Like it got deleted.”
He returned wide-eyed, clutching a discount VHS copy of Flatliners, and declared to everyone in earshot that the Earth ends behind the Walmart.
By Saturday afternoon, the entire town was aflame with curiosity, concern, and unverified cartography. Pastor Peeler was the first to publicly address it during his impromptu appearance at the Jubilee:
“Now I ain’t sayin’ it is the End Times, but if the world ends behind Walmart, I’d like to remind y’all Revelation said nothing about rollback prices.”
Mabel Dean Ashcroft formed the Sequatchie Truth & Terrain Integrity Committee (STTIC), which held an emergency meeting in the Methodist fellowship hall with coffee, donuts, and a large wall map that ended suspiciously close to the Walmart’s Garden Center. She also brought in her cousin Lowell, who once completed a topography merit badge in the Boy Scouts and was now considered by her to be a regional expert.
Boot Barnes, local handyman and amateur unicyclist, volunteered to “approach the edge” with a bungee cord tied around his waist, held at the other end by the Crenshaws’ llama, Percy. The llama was chosen for his low center of gravity, resistance to panic, and alleged mystical insight. Brett Crenshaw claimed Percy once stared down a thunderstorm.
“If Boot goes, Percy’ll know,” Brett said, handing out protective quartz stones to anyone standing within 20 feet of the expedition line.
Clovis Strickland, wearing a colander helmet and gripping a Geiger counter, offered to document the event via drone, which he had rigged from an old weed whacker, a soup can, and his niece’s Etch A Sketch. He also claimed to have received a vision during a microwave mishap in 1998 that “felt eerily similar.”
Shelley Wexler attempted to cleanse the area with sage and essential oils, but the oils leaked onto Pastor Peeler’s loafers and he slipped near the portable restroom line. This was later described by Evelyn Grace Tipton as “a warning sign of divine proportions.”
On Sunday afternoon, the town gathered en masse for the official Expedition to the Edge.
Boot, armed with a garden trowel, a GoPro duct-taped to his forehead, and his signature patched-up boots, advanced slowly beyond the usual Walmart perimeter. At exactly 37 feet past the final cart corral, he froze.
“The air,” he whispered. “It’s… flatter.”
He raised a hand, stepped forward—and promptly fell into a shallow sinkhole filled with discarded beanbags, moldy encyclopedias, and what appeared to be a mannequin arm dressed in a prom glove.
Percy the llama, sensing spiritual discord, bolted westward toward the Dollar General. The Geiger counter let out a dramatic beep and then burst into static. Mabel Dean shrieked, “THE VEIL HAS BEEN BREACHED!” and Shelley Wexler screamed, “I TOLD YOU THE LEY LINES WERE SHIFTING!”
Pastor Peeler began reading hymns in reverse order while his choir fanned themselves and muttered Psalms. A child threw a moon pie into the void.
Someone live-streamed the chaos to Southeast Tennessee Oddities and Craft Trading, tagging it #FlatWalmartGate.
Clovis’s drone, confused by magnetic interference or possibly just poor construction, spun wildly and buzzed through the crowd, taking out three fanny packs, a table of upcycled wind chimes, and an unopened can of Vienna sausages.
In the ensuing hysteria, Wade Langston attempted to call the Tennessee Geological Survey but accidentally left a voicemail on the county’s tourism hotline.
After some professional evaluation by Junior Volunteer Firefighter Cadet Taylor Blevins (age 14), it was revealed that the “edge of the world” was, in fact, a recently caved-in drainage basin caused by Walmart’s unpermitted mulch runoff and two rogue raccoons who’d been living off bulk dog biscuits and expired Lunchables.
Boot Barnes emerged from the pit with a twisted ankle, three antique yo-yos, and a beanbag that somehow matched his living room set.
The town declared the whole incident a “spiritual metaphor for municipal neglect.”
The STTIC pivoted their mission to “parking lot reclamation and anti-sinkhole activism.” Pastor Peeler gave a sermon titled “Faith Beyond the Garden Center,” which included a special offertory hymn rewritten to the tune of “I’ll Fly Away” but themed around soil erosion.
Clovis Strickland went on record stating that “even if the Earth doesn’t end there, something ends there, and I’m not sayin’ it’s not a portal.”
Meanwhile, Darnell Joe Ledbetter began offering guided “Flat Earth Revelation Tours” for $5 and a Little Debbie snack cake, with optional tinfoil hats for $2 extra.
“I ain’t sayin’ I was right,” he told Channel 7. “But I ain’t sayin’ I was wrong neither. Y’all felt that air.”
Sometimes the edge of the world is just a hole behind Walmart. But in Sequatchie Crossing, that’s more than enough to rearrange your weekend plans, test your theological flexibility, and give a llama something to talk about.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The Earth (probably) continues past Walmart. The llama is fine. The sinkhole was real. The VHS copy of Flatliners may or may not have been cursed. Everything else is as true as it needs to be in Sequatchie Crossing. Any resemblance to real people, living or just stubborn, is purely accidental—but also maybe a little flattering. Sequatchie Crossing exists only in the minds of those brave enough to imagine a town where zoning laws, casseroles, and conspiracy cassettes collide in glorious disarray.
At Sequatchie Crossing, we tell the stories of Sequatchie Crossing.
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