Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Drabble: Pot


“I’m thinking about heading home.”

“Me too, Frank. The buffet is almost out.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Sounds good.”

We headed to the doors where we’d come in, but there was a big ENTER ONLY sign, so we went to the doors at the far end of the banquet hall, only to find the same.

“They’re not making it easy,” said Frank. “Ah well, there must be some way out.”

“What’s that?” There’s a feeling in my gut like an elevator going up.


“This seems familiar, somehow.”

“I wouldn’t pay it too much mind. Hey, you tried this crab dip?”

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