“One of them black nipple shrooms”
It was around seven o’clock, Redrick took his evening snack.
People eat mushrooms everyday.
As he was walking past St Catherine’s church, he felt a cold breeze swiftly rush up behind him; then a voice said, “Don’t fear the past, now if you’d arrived here five minutes sooner, you’d now not hear a splat.”
Redrick looked down to find himself, on the pavement, outside of the church doors, covered in blood. A voice around him said, “This is what happens when she gets into your thoughts. I was there. He won’t tell you, that I said give it two damn flips. On a Ouija board, those wooden letters. He didn’t run, when seeing Grin Anna, Anna Grins.”
Redrick woke up on a bench, jumping to his feet as he could see Ricky sat beside him with some gasoline, and him covered in it.
“Just sit down for a second, man, you’re tripping! I’ve been trying to get you out a puddle for the last two minutes, awkward you have to be. My shroom has barely kicked in, you apparently see a snowman waving a carrot down the street, said you’d go run down that, once they find out you’ve been listening to the Frozen soundtrack. Follow me, fool. We need to get out of this rain.”
Having being moved along, Redrick staggered past St Catherine’s gate and saw someone digging a grave.
Ricky had disappeared off in the distance around a corner, so Redrick walked over to see what was happening and could see _____ shovelling dirt over a _______
(Just a weird draft on my phone. Saw the “create a scene 2” competition and tried my hand at a bit of trash)