by Copper Rose
mulled wine
”What are you doing?”
“Packing
my special case.”
“What
for?”
“We’re
heading out.”
“Where
to?”
“You
know.”
“No, I
don’t know.”
“Yes, you
do.”
“I have
no idea what you’re talking about.”
Tommy
winked at Dick. “Sure you do. They just gave us the secret code to head
out.”
“Secret
code?”
Tommy put
his fingers to his lips. “Not so loud. Somebody’s going to hear you and blow our
cover.”
“What
cover?”
“We don’t
want anyone to know where we’re going.”
“I don’t
know where we’re going.”
“To get
the drugs, you idiot.”
“Why are
we going to get drugs?”
“Because
of the secret code.”
“What
secret code?”
“The
trees are naked and ready to go,” Tommy whispered close to Dick’s
ear.
Dick
stared at Tommy. “That’s not a secret code to go and get drugs.”
”It’s not?” Tommy held a pair of socks in his hand above the open suitcase.”
“No, it
means they’re having a Christmas tree decorating contest down at Elk’s
Club.”
About the author
Copper Rose perforates the edges of the page while writing unusual stories from
the heart of Wisconsin. She also understands there really is something about
pie.
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