welcome to willoughby

david-stewart

I was born and raised in Willoughby and wouldn’t think of leaving. My job is really important. I work in a band playing nineteenth century music to entertain tourists who come here wanting to escape their dull ordinary lives. Harried city slickers regularly visit to listen to authentic versions of songs like “When Johnny Comes Marching Home” and “Oh My Darling Clementine”.

Beware of one thing, though, if you dare visit. Our village is perhaps too authentically anachronistic. Some poor souls plum forget that it’s all in illusion. Willoughby plays nasty tricks on them. Think twice before coming here.

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15 comments

  1. This sounds like a different genre than many of your past stories, Larry. It’s a bit Twilight Zonish. Well done though. Some people might enjoy going back and living there. 🙂 — Suzanne

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