Thursday, June 24, 2010

Dead on Stage

Harold adjusted bowtie in the mirror and called up the stairs. "Are you ready Gillian?"

"I'm always ready." Gillian trailed her fingers down his cheek. "For anything."

"Jolly good." Harold held out the crook of his arm. "Shall we?"


The premier of the Laverstone Player's musical 'Dawn of the Dead' opened exactly on schedule with the hero hiking through a horizontally scrolling wood. Harold and Jasfoup ate popcorn and ice-cream and, against Gillian's advice, hot dogs from a man in a van outside.

At the opening of the second act Jasfoup nudged her. "What's that funny smell?

"Putrefication," she said. "Those are real zombies on stage."

"Ah. Jasfoup relaxed. "I thought it was Harold."

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