Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield dined at the Aubergine and Kudzu every Wednesday with the Misses Forsythia and Hydrangea. Late, he offered sincere apologies having coasted his bright lemon colored 1937 Cord 812SC down the hill. The engine made an erratic ticking noise: it normally ran as smooth as a strawberry milkshake. Miss Hydrangea warned of dire consequences should Mayor Sanctimonious be reelected. Miss Forsythia took her sweet time to calculate the check. They visited the Peppermint Museum after. His suit of large white swirls on red linen was a mirror image of theirs in red swirls on white cotton.
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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.