Unionised Halloween._It's Going To Work…_the new tenant_Leonard
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Unionised Halloween.
“You’ve got to be kidding. A union for ghosts; I don’t believe it, and a closed shop union to boot? Get out of here.“No, I don’t mean ‘Get out of herwww.onedoor.cce.’ It’s an American expression for ‘I find it difficult to duplicate the intention or statement you are conveying to me.’“Jesus Christ, to use another expression I’ve picked up from the many streaming programs that litter the airwaves, you must be familiar with these ‘low class’ expletives to express disbelief. However, to get back to the original point, you’ve got to be kidding, a ‘closed shop’ union for ghosts? What if I dismiss this compulsory...
It's Going To Work…
"Are you sure it’s going to work?""It’s going to work.""Are you sure he will come?""He will come.""How can you be so sure?""I saw it in his eyes."Siri was feeling breathless in excitement. It had been ten years since she had seen the walking, breathing Rueben. Her Rueben. Her only forever. Her hands were trembling, and she found it difficult to push through the crowd. The festive season had started. The whole city was decked up in lights and decorations. For the first time in ten years, Siri was feeling happiness and excitement again. The festive feel had started percolating through the layers...
the new tenant
He had come home from the hospital, slightly delirious. “You must always take your inhaler, young man,” scolded the doctor lightly. “Asthma is serious business. I do not want to see you here again.” Fenn had nodded sleepily, and the rest of the day had been grey, simultaneous clucking and caring from his mother, and just weird things in general. Like the static in the air when they got home, and how the clock had stopped working. The lights went out in the window of the house behind them, and its baby wouldn’t stop crying. It gave Fenn the shivers. He had finished most of his chores, whilst...
Leonard
“There aren't enough words.”“What do you mean?”“Those were simple words, no more than two syllables. How can you not know what I mean?”“Mr. Jenkins... Leonard... If you're here to play games, I have other things to do. The precinct keeps me busy as...”“Fine. I mean the English language, as extensive as it may be, does not hold the vocabulary necessary to properly articulate the phenomena and causation of the metamorphosis which imposes itself upon my person at a specific point in the lunar calendar...”“You seriously think you're a werewolf? What am I supposed to do with this?“Just lock me up! ...