After the motion carried, Bonesy rang the doorbell to deliver their terms. The seasonal yard decorations had simple demands: year-round fresh air, and regular maintenance. The glow-in-the-dark flamingo had spun aimlessly on a single rusting metal leg for years.
Screams ripped through the house and the door flew open. Mr. Carroll toppled to the patio, a knife protruding from his neck. Mrs. Carroll, hands still curled in the knife handle’s shape, breathed raggedly in the doorframe.
Bonesy didn’t blink; he had no eyelids. Anyway, the living always had … issues. “Evening, Mrs. Carroll,” he began. “A moment of your time?”
Day 28 of 31: 100-word Drabbles. Return tomorrow for Part 2!
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