I keep coming up with the first in a series, but never continue the series.
I’m at work finishing a report when the Security radio channels announces, “That patron has found her Grandmother and they are now leaving through South.”
I don’t know why, —
That’s not true. It’s because Evil Patrick is constantly waiting in the shadows to pounce on something like this.
— but the image of a woman walking towards the South exit carrying a cremation urn bursts across my imagination. “I found her. She was on the smoking patio. Gramps was using her for an ashtray…”
Oh Grampa, you rascal you.
OK, maybe not that evil, but certainly dark. It kept me entertained.