The Evil That Men Do

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”

“Here comes another one Zeke,” said the Mayor.

“We need to stop this, Henry,” replied the town manager. “It’s not right. We’ll get caught someday fer sure.”

“Ain’t nobody gettin’ caught here,” admonished the Mayor. “Just stick to the plan and he’ll never know what hit him.”

The young man from the city walked into the Sherman Town Hall, which also served as the small town’s fishing bait shop. He nodded to the two men.

“Mornin'” said the Mayor smiling.

The man purchased a local map, some live bait and spent several minutes conferring with Zeke about the best fishing spots in the area. As his car pulled away, Henry the Mayor laughed maniacally.

“Great job, Zeke! You sent another one to wrong side of the lake. These city folks will NEVER find our secret fishing hole!”

Zeke shook his head sadly. That poor tourist wouldn’t be catching fish today.

[This is my entry into the Monday’s Finish the Story challenge, hosted by Barbara Beacham. Writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100-150 words or less based on a weekly photo prompt and opening line.]

Word Count: 150


10 thoughts on “The Evil That Men Do

  1. A fishing story of sorts! I love it! I cannot tell you how many times I have been sent to an area to fish where I am guaranteed fish…Never happens! Thank you for writing for the MFtS challenge and be well… ^..^


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