The Magistrate’s Robe

At a ceremony in front of the town fountain, the mayor of the small city bestowed upon me the title of “Town Magistrate.” He then handed me a black robe, the official garb of the honorific position. “It would be very pleasing to me if you’d put the robe on and say a few words,” the mayor said.

I leaned over to the mayor and whispered, “If it’s all the same to you, Mr. Mayor, I’d rather not. I fear that donning that black robe makes me look rather like a corpse. With my thin bearing and my pale complexion, all you’d need to do is give me a scythe and I’d look like the Grim Reaper, you know what I’m saying?”

“I do,” said the mayor. “What could be better than a visit from the Grim Reaper for the town’s Halloween celebration?”

Written for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (fountain), The Daily Spur (city), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (title), Your Daily Word Prompt (garb), Word of the Day Challenge (pleasing), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (corpse).

10 thoughts on “The Magistrate’s Robe

  1. Nope, Not Pam October 27, 2021 / 11:57 pm

    The mayor has a very valid point 😁

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  2. Carol anne December 27, 2021 / 5:22 am

    Love this! A visit from the grim reeper, now that sounds like an adventure!

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