Don’t Fear The Reaper
Oct 26th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Jack wanders into the local for a pint at the end of his evening walk.
“Damn!”
He’d forgotten it was that time of the year.
There’s fat Marge dressed as a witch, and in walks Brad, the estate agent, now a skeleton.
Jack orders lemonade and watches the party grow louder. The pub band, three ghosts and a ghoul, rock them into a frenzy.
Unable to bear the drunken hysteria anymore, he walks out, sober, into the chill of the night.
He glances back through the pub window at the carnival of fools, none of whom will escape the Reaper.
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