By Damhnait Monaghan
As is tradition, I’ve recorded in the Blight Book all verified cases suffered by our community this year: potato, peach and, after some debate as to its appropriateness, Mr. Jenkins’s report of fly tipping.
Being newly appointed to this role, I studied the archives to learn more about the Festival’s origins.
I’m sorry to say… I’m not sure how to…
Ahem.
Well, it’s awkward, but I feel I must be honest with you. It seems that, fifty years ago, a typographical error changed the nature of our annual celebration.
You see, this was always meant to be a Festival of Light.
Really funny, loved it!
Thank you so much !
Hilarious! Festival of Blight! This may be fiction, but strangely enough such “innocent” mistakes do tend to happen in real life. A lot!
Thanks and yes I’m sure you’re right!
Great story.
Thank your for reading.
You’ve done your readers a great service with good use of your writing skill – and – your expression of such a wonderful sense of humor. Thanks.
Thank you so much.
Oh my, perfect. Love the tone, hilarious.
Thanks Rachel.
Is there a typo in the spelling of your dame? OOps meant name.
Loved your 100 word story, by the way.
Sadly no….. And thank you.