Finish the story begins with: “The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”
The City of Sherman was famous for its hospitality. It was written about in every travel brochure I had read though I had never actually met anyone who had been there.
The mayor was the jolliest fellow and on first impression I thought of him as my pick for next year’s Santa Claus parade.
He and the manager were the friendliest of men. Until you got up close. There was something vacant in their eyes.
My blood ran cold when I looked into their eyes and felt their cold hands take mine.
They led me inside and I had the distinct impression I wasn’t going to go out the same way I came in.
I’m not sure what happened but my friends in the jars either side of me look as bewildered as me.