This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Harry comes in around nine. The regular crowd has been there since eight. Been that way since ’96. Taking his seat at the piano he turns and surveys the crowd. He knows they all have to be back in their coffins by sunrise.
There’s Sara dressed in her finest white gauze and her head topped by a red bandana. Over in the corner is Old John still trying to pick up Sadie. She told him to drop dead ten hears ago. And he did!
The keys on the piano have turned to decayed wood. The sound doesn’t have to carry far.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Novel take, and lots of fun. Well done.
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Thanks! Always like it when you stop by.
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This is fun. Why do I see the characters of Coco when I read your tale? 😀
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One of my favorites so far. Very nice.
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Thanks for stopping by and the nights words.
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I loved that “She told him to drop dead and he did!”
Fun take, Danny
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Thanks Dale. I go crazy every now and then.
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Very clever.
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Thanks for commenting!
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Eternity can be a long time…
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Wonderful wry tale
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Thanks Neil!
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Harry is playing for the people who have departed this world. Do they still have time constraint? Why can’t Harry start early. After all these are all fans.
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I’ll ask Harry about that some time. 🙂
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She told him to drop dead and he did. Funny stuff, Danny. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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