The Skaggerston Nightmares #33
'And how have things been with you?' asked Shaun, the group leader.
A small cough. 'Really well, yes. I've had a very positive week' he replied.
'Is that so?'
He looked around, suddenly worried. A cold sweat broke out on his brow.
'...Yes, why do you ask?'
'It's just that...' Shaun let the sentence trail off as he pulled an A4 envelope from his rucksack. He opened it and let a number of photographs fall to the floor.
They showed him on a park bench, necking a bottle of cheap, evil cider.
'Shit....' sighed God, sitting back.
'You got me.'