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The Village

Don’t go to the village

The random word of the day is VILLAGE

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We didn’t talk much about the village. It was just there, maybe a mile south of town. Comfortably seated in a patch of bucolic paradise.

Somehow, the town kids never went there. No one dared each other, no kids thought it would be a romantic hideaway. Maybe natural selection had weeded out people dumb enough to do that.

Because, if you went to the village, you didn’t come back. Or, worse, you did. And you were changed.

And every now and then, some tourists would come through. And we’d try and tell them. And, as they disappeared, we’d wave goodbye.

This daily drabble prompts Nancy Oglesby in Fiction Shorts.

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