MFtS: The City Hall


“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”

“Is that really a city hall? There aren’t any houses around here. What do you think, Frank?” Karen squinted at the house as she leaned over the steering wheel.

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Photo Credit: 2015 Barbara W. Beacham

“Well, let’s go in and see what it’s all about. They look friendly enough.” Frank folded up a map. “Anyway, I don’t see this road on the map, we need some directions.”

“Nice ice cold glass of lemonade?” The Mayor asked as they drove up the driveway. “Come on in and enjoy some homemade apple pie with it.”

It was delicious. Karen and Frank stood up to go, but the front door wouldn’t open.  Dirt was rising outside against the windows.

“Oh you didn’t know? You’re in Sherman, Hell now!” The Mayor and town manager guffawed as they grew horns, tails, and claws and their blue shirts turned fiery red.   Within seconds, the ground closed up and the makeshift house was gone.

== 141 words ==


Mondays Finish the Story

Thank you Barbara Beacham for our photo prompt this week and for hosting Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge. Barbara gives us the opening sentence to our story and 100 to 150 more words with which to write our story

Everyone is welcome to participate in Monday’s Finish the Story by writing your story and connecting it with the blue froggy button.


 

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MFtS: The City Hall

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