Between the Church and the Graveyard, Thursday Evening
It was just the sort of evening that usually began with a disclaimer about strong personal convictions regarding a belief in the occult before fading serenely into darkness and the sound of frogs croaking pleasantly in the background.
It was also just the sort of evening that, by some twist of fate, would see a scary man in a skirt young woman in a pink blouse and a purple poodle skirt walking around after dark because somebody's boyfriend had forgotten to top off the tank of his convertible with gas.
Not that she minded much, of course. If she could find him, then the night would be so much better, wouldn't it?
[This requires OCD. Please hold! OCD is up, now it is time for a bit of setup. SETUP US DONE OMG. Zombies, you are so, so encouraged to join in.]
It was also just the sort of evening that, by some twist of fate, would see a scary man in a skirt young woman in a pink blouse and a purple poodle skirt walking around after dark because somebody's boyfriend had forgotten to top off the tank of his convertible with gas.
Not that she minded much, of course. If she could find him, then the night would be so much better, wouldn't it?
[This requires OCD. Please hold! OCD is up, now it is time for a bit of setup. SETUP US DONE OMG. Zombies, you are so, so encouraged to join in.]