gunpowder explodes, fireworks delight

Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield reclined under the dense canopy of the Founder’s Magnolia, the last of summer’s wide white blooms greeted the twilight as it hastened west to dinner. The tree was named after the intrepid entrepreneur who, on a pilgrimage in search of gold, instead found shallow underground deposits of blackband coal along the Gumtee River. Troubadour Peppermint, a savvy huckster, staked claims, sent rhapsodic pamphlets back home, and lured thousands of illiterate miners into ironclad leases. The current mayor Sanctimonious Poppermince was a direct descendant: an unfortunate moonshine fueled error in the ’20 census had changed the surname.

Authors note: This link Iron Hollows Fiction goes to the “Iron Hollows” category of 100-drabble fiction segments or click each drabble link below. They are not serially linked but rather vignettes set in and around the fictional town of Iron Hollows. I’ll be writing as the Muse moves, there is no time frame on posting and will depend on reader response.

“the legend of the time before”
“along the non-existent waterfront”