Sunday, July 4, 2010

Dead Rite chapter 12.06

"Good point." Dill slowed his pace. "Wait. Are you saying...What are you saying?"

"Maybe blood is what I'm thirsty for."


"It's just a theory." Sam walked on, his smaller stride betraying a slight limp. "Come on. I want to get this money together and go home. It's too hot to be walking about."

"Hot?" Dill looked up. What had started out as a beautiful morning had turned rapidly into overcast. "We may be in for a thunderstorm." He increased his pace to walk alongside his friend.

Sam looked up. "Bugger. We have to get home to disconnect the UHF aerial you attached to the roof."

"Yeah. I don't want the transmitter rack blowing." Dill stopped and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Look! I've never noticed that before."

"The Tattered Moon?" Sam looked from the sign to Dill. "Is it a pub? I thought we'd done all the pubs in Laverstone?"

"We have. We ticked them all off in the student guide and goy our free drinks for rating them. This is a new one."

"It doesn't look very new. That sign's donkey's years old. Look at the peeling paint."

"Perhaps it's a new pub with an old sign."

"That just doesn't make sense.. Who'd put up an old sign when they opened a pub. Besides, the social climate today means traditional English pubs are closing down, particularly town centre ones that can't compete with smoking gardens after the ban."

Dill shrugged. "All I know is, I've never seen a door there before. Not one in use, anyway. This used to be a boarded-up doorway with concert flyers plastered over it."

Sam frowned, rubbing his temples ."When I was a boy with nary a care, I went through a door that never was there. The people inside were all dressed in lace and when I got home I was lacking a face."

"That was rubbish." Dill clapped him on the back. "Did you just make that up?"

"No. It was in a book of children's poems someone gave me when I was little."

"It would have given me nightmares."

"It did me. My mum was livid when she found out."

"Who gave it you then?"

"Dunno. An uncle, maybe? All I remember was a tall bloke in a suit."

Dill nodded. "Well we're grown men now. Doors can't hurt us." He pushed against the peeling paint at the entrance of the Tattered Moon.


aims said...


Leatherdykeuk said...

Indeed. Jasfoup's local...

stephanie said...

Doors can't hurt us...


Leatherdykeuk said...

Of course not. Not unmarked ones, anyway