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Submitted by Mr Tenk on October 3, 2011 – 3:54pm
A runner wiped the sweat from his forehead as he rushed up the steps of city hall to find the mayor. Tenk turned, eyeing the cylinder in the boy’s hand.
“Good heavens lad. What have you got there?”
The mayor flipped the boy a hapenny and unscrewed the cap from the brass cylinder. He furrowed his brows at the script, while the boy looked on expectantly.
“What does it say, sir?”
“I’m not sure. Where did you say this came from?”
“The operator said he couldn’t tell where the point of origin was.”
“Hmmmm. Curious…”
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