11 Days To Go

See this entry for an explanation of this madness.

This was getting beyond ridiculous.

Looking nervously about him, Billy raised his flashlight a little higher and peered into the gloom of the night. With the odd flavour of desperation he prayed with newly found faith that he would see nobody returning his examination of the park.

Awkwardly he skated forward across the solid lake, and cursed Dom and the ever-escalating battle of dares and forfeits they mutually inflicted.

A hotel corridor was one thing. Victorian drag on ice was another entirely.

He clutched the scratching wig to as close as possible to his scalp, and struggled not to fall.