The retirees loaded into the bus after their brief stop. They settled into their seats and the tour guide stood up.
“Next stop, Boonieville, Arizona. Population 22!”
“Now folks, it’s sunny out there. Be sure to load up on suntan lotion.”
In the middle seats, Ernest patted his belly. “I love small towns. They always have something good to bite into!”
Howard said, “The people always have the best stories to tell.”
“That no one will ever believe!” quipped Jocelyn.
“It’s fun meeting new and strange people,” began Janie.
Everyone finished for her, “…And drinking their blood!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here to find the stories other folks wrote: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/10/21/23-october-2015/