Desperate to attract passing tourists, Council voted to upgrade the local park.
While surveys confirmed locals had wanted to install a steam locomotive and have a mini railway running on weekends, they’d ended up with “Rusty” , a “pile of scrap metal”, instead. Accordingly, Rusty was only good for one thing and for more information, you’ll need to consult the local dogs, who’d voted him the best telegraph pole in town.
Then, last Sunday morning, Rusty was gone. No one had seen or heard a thing, but in his place, there was a garden gnome.
Apparently, Nigel had come home.
This is another contribution for the Friday Fictioneers. PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast.
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