"He was a stunt man," Jimmy explains.
We come to a desk with pen and paper.
"How cliché." I sigh. "None are original. And I never write at a desk."
He sputters and I run.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Drabble Dreams 8: The Warehouse
I'm on a date with a guy named Jimmy. He lures me to a warehouse. There are corpses posed to imitate life. The mechanic is "fixing" a car... the prostitute is on her back in a bed with her legs splayed... the cook is mixing something in a bowl... the nurse holds a dead infant... one man is attached to a rope dressed like Tarzan.
"He was a stunt man," Jimmy explains.
We come to a desk with pen and paper.
"How cliché." I sigh. "None are original. And I never write at a desk."
He sputters and I run.
"He was a stunt man," Jimmy explains.
We come to a desk with pen and paper.
"How cliché." I sigh. "None are original. And I never write at a desk."
He sputters and I run.
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So, so creepy! Very shiver-worthy!
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