This week’s story starting point was sent to us by John H. Reiher Jr.
“What was that noise Sedgwick?” asked Mayor-Captain Hieronymus Spalding.
First Mate-Deputy Mayor Arnold Sedgwick looked over the side and said matter of factly, “It’s the left foot sir, it’s come off.”
Spalding leaned over and looked at the array of gears, guywires, and general debris spewed out in front of the Village of Hawthorne. “Bloody Hell. Better get Maintenance on this right away Sedgwick. This is a job for Lucius…”
Lucius Barrington Hightower was currently standing on a dirt road tut-tutting the damage done to the walking village’s feet. Two of his workers were standing on the right foot, inspecting it. He then saw the First Mate-Deputy Mayor waving a hand at him form an upper balcony. “Bugger, what does that fool want?” he muttered to himself.
He walked back to the Village of Hawthorne and yelled up at that Sedgewick, “What now! Can’t you see I’m trying to fix this bloody mess you made of my village!”
Sedgwick looked up at the small airship that had docked with the Village of Hawthorne. He turned back Lucius and, using a megaphone, yelled, “We need to move the city! The City of Brighton has right of way!” He pointed to the looming megalopolis in distance, “It’s headed this way and we’ve been told to move or be pounded flat into the dirt!”
Written by John H. Rieher Jr.
Artwork by Sergey Skachkov.