The town festival is held on the last Saturday of November.
Congregating on the old dock to drink, and make merry, the whole town 'oohs and ahhs' in delight, as colourful fireworks explode above their heads.
At the stroke of midnight revelers take to the ocean.
Drownings are surprisingly rare.
This is the 25th 50-word story in the Humpbuckle Tales series.
Humpbuckle Tales are designed to be read as a microfiction story in their own right. But they are part of a bigger tale. You can find all the tales in one place at the @humpbuckletales account (which exists simply to reblog the tales).
You can find an author reading of the first ten tales in this post, or on YouTube (I would appreciate it greatly if you could subscribe to my Humpbuckle Tales YouTube channel!) or as a podcast.
I'd love to know what you think of the tales, which characters are your favourites, etc. Comments are always appreciated.
I am not currently running a ZapFic contest, but if you write a microfiction story of less than 100 words feel free to tag me and I will read it. If I like it you'll get an upvote and a reblog.
Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful day.