Doomton used to be a lively place. Shops, pubs, clubs, a church. But not now. There’s more life in the graveyard.
Butcher Bill’s down there. Died from eating contaminated meat along with several customers. Landlord Len from The Flying Fox got bashed on the head by a flying bar stool one night and called time for good. As for Naughty Ned the youth club leader, less said the better. When Father Fred got fed up with preaching to empty pews, he called it a day.
They’re flattening the place next week and building a new estate with a shop, pub, club and a church. Best of luck with that.
Better late than never! Thanks, Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Randy Mazie for the photo.