Below is this week’s 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers. The photo prompt is courtesy of © B W Beacham.
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Marjorie didn’t complain much when a marina was built yards from her home. At least she had a decent class of people admiring her ‘Petit Chateau.’
And she tolerated the pylons as the price of progress.
But having a cut-price supermarket destroy her view was simply unacceptable. Along with her engineer husband George, she hatched a plan.
The supermarket bosses never discovered why trolleys were being pulled into the nearby silt, along with furious customers.
The gin and tonic Marjorie sipped on her balcony as the trucks took the last pieces of the supermarket away was the sweetest of her life.