Robert looked out of his bedroom window, hoping for impassable snow drifts. He really couldn’t face another day of filing and photocopying and pretending to take telephone messages. All thought of frozen precipitation fled his mind, however, when he was greeted by the sight of two Edwardian-looking gentlemen digging a hole in his front lawn.
The taller of the two gentlemen had his back to Robert, but the shorter of the two (by a considerable margin) was staring right up at Robert, lips pulled back from blackened teeth in a vicious grin that told Robert everything he needed to know about the purpose of that deep, dark hole.
It started to snow.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
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