“Green door, what’s that secret you’re keepin’?”
OK, so the door isn’t green, but there IS a secret behind it.
Blog Queen Rochelle rules this kingdom of words and prose.
C.E. Ayr, the Mad Scotsman, provided the picture. I think his sense about what he writes inspired (the polite word for it) me to author this little tidbit.
The FF Jester has spoken. All depart.
“Will you hold that thing still? I can’t see anything!”
Brandon aimed the flashlight at the door. “That better?”
Bill continued scraping off the crusts of dirt, layered through the decades.
“I understand he hid the money here.” He finally forced open the door. Dust and must filled the air.
Brandon coughed. “Supposed to be some 7 million dollars, huh?”
Bill looked down and saw a body bound and gagged. He jumped. “Somebody got to it before we did.” He picked up a bottle of what looked like bathtub gin. He aimed the light at the body.
“It’s Geraldo Rivera!”