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A vast crowd had gathered on the grey sand shores of Lake Eerie. The cool spring evening was alive with the murmur of a hundred different conversations and the crunch of sensible, waterproof shoes on the uneven ground.

A long queue had formed alongside a white van manned by three cheerful teens in green sun visors and sagging cardigans of indeterminate shades. The rich mouth-watering scent of roasting pork mingled with the tart spiciness of apple sauce warming on the stove, and from the hot, dark interior of their mobile catering van, the Radfords passed an endless succession of napkin-wrapped baps to the waiting citizens.

“I’m going to get in line for a hog roast sandwich,” said Simon. “You want one?”

“No thanks,” said Marshall. “Avoid the long pig. You’d think that was just a cute phrase for a larger portion, but it’s not.”

He surveyed the assembled townspeople sourly, shaking his head in disapproval.

“This is stupid,” he said. “I think this is actually stupider than the Tornado Day picnics.”

“Mmph,” said Simon, studying the hand-lettered chalkboard menu.

At the water’s edge, a makeshift stage had been erected from milk crates and coils of heavy fisherman’s rope. Fred Suggs, luminous in a bright yellow oil slicker and matching sou’wester, climbed tentatively up the short, teetering flight of steps and addressed the waiting masses through a megaphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he boomed, “The first tour group is about to embark, so if those of you booked onto this sailing could line up along the slipway, we will set out once everyone is on board.”

The susurration of half-heard conversations increased and small flurries of movement blossomed amidst the larger crowd as people made their way to the wooden pier than ran behind the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar.

Marshall stepped aside as Mister and Mrs. Walter-Funk hurried past him, he resplendent in a black tri-corn hat topped with peacock feathers, she debonair in an off-white Fabio shirt and an eyepatch with a skull and crossbones picked out in rhinestones.

“Sight-seeing on a ghost ship,” Marshall grumbled. “What is wrong with this town? Even when they’re lining up to see the weird, they don’t see it.”





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Date: 2017-04-25 11:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
ohhhh my god I love it!

Date: 2017-04-25 11:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Nice!

"Avoid the long pig. You’d think that was just a cute phrase for a larger portion, but it’s not."

I both do and don't want to know how Marshall gained that knowledge.

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