Pre-Prom Jitters
by Paul Finnigan
It was dusk
when Kip Fairfield pulled into the parking lot of
the McHuron Funeral Home. It was prom night and
as a favour to his girlfriend, Vicky, Kip had
agreed to pick-up Brad McHuron who was escorting
her best friend. Kip and Brad weren’t really
buddies but were teammates on the Grandview High
School Football Team. Kip straightened his bow
tie, his hand still trembling slightly as he rang
the doorbell. Suddenly the door burst open wide.
“Boo!”
howled Brad.
Kip
backpedaled down a few steps.
“Jesus H.
Christ! You scared the livin’ hell out of me.”
“C’mon
in Kip,” snickered Brad. “You look like
you came to attend a funeral or something.”
“No
offense, Brad, but this place always gave me the
creeps. You ready to go?
“Soon,”
Brad replied. “But we’re not suppose to
pick-up the girls for another hour or so. Besides
you seem a little edgy. I think I’d better
fix us a stiff one.”
“Hey I’m
driving, remember,” Kip grumbled.
“One for
the road can’t hurt,” chuckled Brad.
Brad led Kip
into a room, flicked on the light and there
stretched out on a stainless steel table lay the
naked body of a male cadaver. Kip burst out into
the hallway clutching his stomach and gasping for
air.
“I never
make idle promises,” Brad exclaimed,
laughing hysterically. “The McHurons will
always be the last to let you down! C’mon,
Kip, I think you could use that drink now.”
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