Here’s another double edition. We lucked out with the weather this past weekend and were able to successfully perform A Spot On the Hill outside for all three shows.
Prompts, A New Home and The Red Door.
“Wait! Stop, stop right here!” Richard’s reanimated corpse commanded.
Gregor begrudgingly agreed, but he was secretly thankful for the break. His calves were killing him. “What is it? We have a long way to go to get to my house.”
“I know that road.” Richard struggled to point to the dirt path to his right, Gregor’s left.
“That’s not a road.”
“It’s a road, trust me. I live down there.”
“Nice attempt to lure me off onto a dark road, but we’re going to my place.” Gregor tried to move again, but Richard started to struggle.
“My house is down there!”
“I’ve been to your house, and it’s not in the deep, dark woods,” Gregor argued.
“I moved a few months ago. I wanted more privacy.”
Gregor huffed. “All the stuff we need is at my house.”
Richard rolled his eyes. “We’re both chemists, Gregor. I daresay whatever you have at your house to dispose of my body, I have at mine.”
They compared notes and soon Gregor was steering them down the dark road.
“At least I’ll get to see my house one more time,” Richard sighed. “I do love it. Lots of windows. It is my dream house, and I only got to live in it two months. That’s irony, right?”
Gregor pedaled even harder and soon lights began to come into view. Sure enough, a stately house appeared on the horizon. It was ostentatious. Of course it was. It had dozens of windows, all lit up.
“You leave your lights on when you’re out?” he inquired.
“Security feature,” Richard replied.
The front of the house had a beautiful red door and it was standing open, swinging in the night breeze. Gregor brought the bike to a halt. “Do you also leave your front door open?”
“That I do not do.”
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