Hell. A red room, rather predictably. Not hot, though. No flames or anything. Strange. I arrived here a few minutes ago, sat down and waited for someone to come back to the reception desk.
A toilet flushes. A door opens. The man who walks out looks eerily familiar, but different.
My brother, Gerald.
Ever seen 'American Werewolf in London'? The dude's best friend who is a zombie? He looked like that. Decayed, rotten.
'Alright, Brian?' he asks, jovially. His jaw dangles from his chin, then falls off completely.
I'm lost for words.
'What are you in for?' I ask, worriedly.
Brenda Evans about 4 years ago
I'm new to the site and of the drabbles I've read thus far, this was the best. I actually did laugh out loud! I could see the expression on the mc's face when he asked the question. Guess I have a deadly hellish sense of humor.
Peter Muscutt about 4 years ago
Thanks Brenda! Have followed you too, and looking forward to reading some of your drabbles. I'm currently working on a project ('The Skaggerston Nightmares') with another guy on here - John Judge (@jurat on here) who I think you'd also like. I'm always up for joint writing projects though, so let me know if you have any ideas I can help with or you'd like to collaborate on!