I never understood why there were so many statues of saints around town and why they all faced the same direction. In school we used to say that they were facing the same way the devil would come from which makes no sense now but as a kid it was the most sensible thing we'd ever heard.
There's no mention of the saints in the town's history, not even so much as a footnote. Nothing on who commissioned them, who built them or even when they were built. To most people, they're just another part of the town like the major roundabout or that one pub everyone goes to when the rugby league starts.
When the new mayor came to town, every single statue turned to face him.
No matter where he went those stone eyes all stared back at him, exposing faces that hadn't seen sunlight since they were first carved, and each one bore the same expression of utter loathing.
Needless to say he didn't last long - fishing trip accidents are all too common.
The statues are all back to their usual positions once more and their faces all look calm.
There's no mention of the saints in the town's history, not even so much as a footnote. Nothing on who commissioned them, who built them or even when they were built. To most people, they're just another part of the town like the major roundabout or that one pub everyone goes to when the rugby league starts.
When the new mayor came to town, every single statue turned to face him.
No matter where he went those stone eyes all stared back at him, exposing faces that hadn't seen sunlight since they were first carved, and each one bore the same expression of utter loathing.
Needless to say he didn't last long - fishing trip accidents are all too common.
The statues are all back to their usual positions once more and their faces all look calm.
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