The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached. I chuckled as a tow truck pulled up in front of City Hall. A well-dressed stranger hopped from the cab, watching as the truck pulled away, dragging his car to the garage. He turned toward the colorful building, bird houses hanging from the eaves and motioned by the mayor the stranger entered City Hall.
Our little community nearly dried up when the factory closed, and times were tough. The mayor and his brother-in-law, the town manager had grown accustomed to their salaries, so they decided to generate revenue the only way they knew how. A bullet fired into the radiator of an expensive car traveling the interstate brought the mark to town. The town manager, a champion poker player did the rest.
I drove on, delivering the mail, hoping they’d win enough to fix the potholes.
Word Count: 148
Written for the wonderful writing challenge, Mondays Finish the Story. Each Monday, Barbara Beacham posts a picture prompt, along with the first line of the story. The stories must be between 100-150 words and must include the given first line, shown in italics in the story.
Special thanks to Barbara Beacham for sharing her excellent photography skills to provide such challenging prompts. Check out the MFTS blog… some great short stories posted. https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/
Direct link to this week’s stories… http://new.inlinkz.com/view.php?id=538456