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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.
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Better late than never! Thanks, Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Randy Mazie for the photo.
Keith's Ramblings 
I like the circularity
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Thanks Neil
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Dear Keith,
A rather depressingly vicious cycle I’d say. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Indeed it is. Thanks Rochelle
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Round two! For however long it lats… )
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It’s doomed I fear!
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The new will hold their attention for a time, until they realize it’s not new enough.
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You are probably right.
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History repeats, right?
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It certainly does. Cheers Russell
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And so it starts again – the circle of life
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So it does – I feel a song coming on!
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It might be okay as long as they don’t have the same proprietors! They might want to change the name of the town, though…
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Maybe better results with a fresh start? Creative piece, Keith. =)
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take it or leave it, i guess this is what’s referred to as the cycle of life.
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I doubt the new estate will be a success…
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Sounds like a grave situation… LOL.
Liked the “… and called time for good.”
Randy
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A very vicious cycle indeed!
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Great rhythm!
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And on it goes, it’s life they say.
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