The sign declared “Open”, however these days, there was little point. For years they had been getting squeezed out of the marina by the sleek and shiny yachts. In fact, the recent addition of the latest jetty had literally boxed them in. The manager sighed and decided to take action. He grabbed a piece of chalk, crossing out the “B”. He ordered his men to start up the wood chipper and load the boats in one by one. At least the “Centre for Wooden Oats” may sustain them for a few more weeks. People always needed mulch for their gardens.
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 25, Word count: 100