This morning's prompt was 'pretzel festival'.

"Is that a pretzel?!" Carol asked.

The ruin of a man, well they thought it was a man, there was some doubt about 'Pat', had a business sign pinning it down.

"A bakery, maybe?" Ben said. "But..."

"Where's the bakery? Dunno." Brenda shrugged.

They were in a park but there were streets all around, but it was late in the day and 'Pat' wasn't even much of a threat. It was barely conceivable that 'Pat' had dragged itself and the load a long way over time, or maybe it had had help somehow, but time was short and Tom quieted this one.

They carried on.