Random Bits from Necropolis

“The legend,” she said, “since you weren’t listening last night…”

“We finished three bottles of wine last night,” Darren reminded her.  “You weren’t listening any more than I was.”

She stopped, faced him, and met his eyes with a steady, frightening gaze.  “I’m always listening.”

After a moment, he looked away, and read an inscription on the stone nearest him (fallen asleep with Jesus).

“The legend,” she said again, “is that the houses are open.”

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