The hearse creeps past The Kings Head pub. The Mayor follows, head bowed, a large crowd behind him.
Molly shakes her head.
"They're all talking about what a great guy you were."
She frowns.
"Never said nowt when you were still breathing, did they?"
She turns away.
"Goodbye, my friend."
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I wrote this 50 word story using @mariannewest's @freewritehouse prompt "great support for the community"
