I was sound asleep and didn't hear the bedroom door open. I heard it close, however. When I rolled over lazily, the room was empty. A mysterious bag was laying next to my head. It was far too small to be a horse's head, and it didn't appear to be ticking. Those are always good signs when it comes to mysterious bags. I picked it up. It was lightweight and seemed to smell familiar. Bacon... Eggs... Cheese. A biscuit from McDonald's... but the nearest McDonald's is on Pierce. And Pierce is dead. In fact, the nearest McDonald's is LITERALLY on Pierce, It was built over the shallow grave where we had buried him 8 years earlier.
Someone was sending a message... A message of deliciousness. Not quite the same message of affection as, say, a Steak, Egg, and Cheese Bagel, but an effective, efficient "I'm thinking about you and what you did to poor, dead Pierce" kind of message.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
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