Drummer Boy: a Supernatural Thriller
“It’s not like the fake soldiers needed target practice, since they were shooting blanks.
When the next few shots up echoed from Aldridge Park, Vernon Ray said, “They weren’t supposed to start until tomorrow.”
“Maybe the other side isn’t playing by the rules,” Bobby said.
“Lame,” Vernon Ray said. “If you’re going to employ gallows humor, at least try to be funny.”
“Should we go down and check it out?”
“Think the reporter’s there?”
“Well, she could either cover the re-enactment or sit around the office waiting for two dorks to walk in with another bizarre tale of occult encounters.”
“I’m not a dork. You’re the dork.”
“Nah, I’m more like a geek,” Vernon Ray said.
Bobby wasn’t sure homosexuals could be geeks. Neither of them had pimples yet, and Vernon Ray was skinny and Bobby was a jock, but they both read comic books.
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