This past weekend...
A wooden house on the edge of a cliff, the sound of crashing waves, thick fog, wood in the fireplace, crackling flames, the gang and a baby, birthday cake, poker through the night, silly conversation.
Idyllic. Isolated. Desolated.
The closest gas station was thirty miles away. The closest grocery store... sixteen.
The only thing missing was a killer on the loose :P
Awesome fun!
The Girl from Cheranmadevi
6 years ago
4 comments:
It is sad when the killers are not loose...would have been a perfect setting. I am sorry I was away doing something else.
Hmmm... thank god for missed opportunities :P
God. Yes, I must have a word with her about all these mess ups she is causing...
Her???
Him/It/Them???
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