![]() ![]() It was a gauntlet of terrible jokes, and if you survived it, Mrs. HERE LIES THE MILKMAN-HE PASSED HIS EXPIRATION DATE. Across the street, the Harrisons had a series of tombstones lining the walk to their front door, each one engraved with a different “funny” epitaph. ![]() It was one week until Halloween, and everyone on my block seemed to be already getting into the spirit. The gardening glove on its right hand was pulling away from the cuff of a flannel shirt, and a chunk of ghostly white foam rubber innards peeked through the opening. Sprawled before a hedge of juniper bushes, its twisted arms and legs flung out bonelessly, as if it had plummeted there from a passing helicopter, there was an enormous granite boulder where its head should have been. THERE WAS A corpse in my neighbor’s front yard. ![]() Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ![]()
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