EMMETT DRABBLE

Am posting this in my journal for dunderklumpen, because she is always so supportive of my drabbling and doesnt get sick of me writing them.

Emmett and his date walked carefully through the mounds of leaves and debris the windy night had left strewn over the ground. The trees were giving off spooky shadows which flickered through the moonlight. Mark….or was it Mack…. let out a scream as he tripped over something that looked remarkably like…no he wasn’t even going to let himself imagine what it could be.

A clock in the distance struck midnight as he thought longingly of his warm bed.

He was going to kill that kid next time he saw him for suggesting that cemeteries were a good place to fuck.