The front door was inching open. With every centimeter, the door's rusty hinges protested loudly. After what seemed like two or three days, the door stood wide open – a gaping hole leading into a black dungeon of who knew what.
"You wanna go in?" I asked.
"Are you kidding?" Gucci remarked. "Of course. This is the chance of a lifetime."
I could feel the color draining from my face, oozing out of the holes in the toes of my worn out sneakers.
"Who knows what we'll find?" Gucci said. "Besides, those gnats in those bushes are drinking my eyeballs dry. You didn't mention swarms when you suggested we go wolf watching."
Gucci did not wait for me to make the first move. He hobble-waddled from those bushes as fast as he could.
It was at times like this when I wished my comic book heroes were real. But I'd left my cape and super powers at home on the shelf with those guys, so there was nothing left to do but follow Gucci.
But not at my fastest clip.
I was Bland, the Snail Man. Slow-poke Tom. Cold Sludge – the Drudge.
"Get a move on, Tom," Gucci said. "The door might shut. We'll miss our chance."
So, I picked up the pace and tripped over a high board on the porch.
As soon as we both crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut.
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
