Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield was, in the main, a hopeful fellow. Ever since the mines played out, and the river sought more hospitable neighbors, the elegant edifices erected in more prosperous times had slowly fallen into filthy decay. It would be an oxymoron to label the town’s elaborate desires as urban renewal, but a horde bent on pillage would be hard pressed to make things worse. For once, he was not dressed to the nines. The lazy spin of the bedroom ceiling fan cast slashing shadows through the dappled light of oaks in summer flush. Miss Generous Tupelo beckoned again.
The Daily Post prompt
Three Word Wednesday prompt
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.
Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield. True scion of the South: notable for his fashion plate and bachelorhood.
Chromium. An American Blue Gascon fond of sniffing the ladies.
Miss Forsythia and Miss Hydrangea. Perky and together in that way.
Troubadour Peppermint. Deceased founder and savvy huckster.
Sanctimonious Poppermince. Direct male descendant, current mayor and a disappointment.
Generous Tupelo. A woman with eyes for fun and a body for sin.
“the legend of the time before”
“along the non-existent waterfront”
“gunpowder explodes, fireworks delight”
“clouds play peek-a-boo with moon”
“homemade gravy for the grits”
“unsuccessful sultry spring seduction”
“where there is snow there are complaints”
“thankfully the tavern had stocked up”
“air as crisp as a grilled McIntosh”
“auction night to fill the food pantry”
“discontent brews in men’s souls”
“boogie to classic carols”