…Have I an excuse for missing over a week of updates? Several projects all due at once, general laziness, out of ideas…you get the picture.
Anyway, K9grmingTwihard sent this prompt in, and the most opportune time to post it is right about now. After that, I'm putting Minutiae on hold for the rest of the year. Prompts are still welcome, but I won't be posting for quite a while.
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It was Mary Ann's idea that they celebrate Halloween. Costumes, a party, ghost stories –everything that was going on back home on this night.
The Professor was taking another slice of pie when Gilligan came running up to him. The lad wore a suit and tie, made appropriately spooky by the small, red-edged hole in the chest.
His face was nearly as white as his shirt. "Professor, Professor!" He stopped and gasped for breath. "I saw–I saw a–"
"Slow down, Gilligan," the Professor told him not unkindly. "What did you see?"
The young sailor whispered fearfully, "A ghost."
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