Everyone in Piddleville went swimming in Alistair Stanley’s above ground pool. So it broke. But it was a magic pool. When water spilled out it always filled up to the same level and temperature.
Leaking, it did its magic and fixed things. All of Piddleville then became Alistair Stanley’s pool. Everything filled up! What a legal to-do!
Today, Piddleville is a top destination for boaters. It’s a lovely, drowsy resort spot because the water is a nice, consistent temperature. People everywhere want to a swim in Alistair Stanley’s pool!
As for basements, there aren’t enough sump pumps to have those.
© Copyright 2016 William Wren. All rights reserved.
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William Wren is a writer in New Brunswick, Canada. He has had two stories published previously by the Rose City Sisters: I’ve Never Been to Pasadena and Healing. He has one ebook collection of stories on Amazon, Disrupted Lives and Other Commotions. He has just completed another and hopes to make it available (as an ebook) very soon.
5 thoughts on “There Are No Basements in Piddleville by William Wren”
I love the last line.
Being a person who likes to swim in warm water, this sounds like the ideal fanciful resort to me.
Not my cup of tea I have a basement.
Thanks everyone. 🙂
Bizarre, wry, and amusing.