Monday’s Finish the Story is a photo prompt for flash fiction with a twist. Barbara Beecham provides the picture and the first sentence we riff off. We have 50 to 150 words to tell the story. Below is my flash.
If you haven’t already, come along and play the game. Good way to start a Monday!
Grandpa and Uncle Earl
“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”
My extended family is from Sherman. Heck, we are the only inhabitants of Sherman.
City council meetings go just fine. As long as Aunt Sue is speaking to Second-cousin Grace. Or, Uncle Earl hasn’t borrowed (stolen) his brother-in-law’s power tools for the billionth time. And my grandfather isn’t mayor (again).
The last city hall burnt down when Third-Cousin Jimmy, only nine, drove his father’s John Deere lawn mower straight through the building like mustard on a hot dog. That was the most excitement Great-Aunt Lilly had in a while.
Seeing there are so many Shermans in Sherman, quick as a bat, the new city hall stood proudly in front of the old one . City hall raising is my family’s specialty. In fact, we sell quite a few in the Okefenokee swamp every year to passing tourists.
Uncle Earl and Granddad just finished waving at folks with out of state plates.
word count: 150