As I pulled into the brightly lit parking lot, it was empty. I was the first one, as it should be. I'd be handling the lights or lack thereof. And the projector.
Sarah would bring her giant inflatable screen. Ryota had the popcorn maker. Otherwise, it was BYOB and snacks, though we always brought plenty to share.
And costumes. We all had our costumes.
Come midnight, the lights would turn off, the popcorn popped, and Rocky Horror Picture Show would play, but it would be better this time. I'd retired my sixteen-millimeter and replaced it with a refurbished thirty-five-millimeter projector.
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The Empty Parking Lot
Short StoryThe parking lot is empty, yet brightly lit. That will change to dark and crowded.
