You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: It's dark outside. Rain's coming down hard, like it has been for days. Moonlight's shining through the clouds. Perfect weather for a nighthawk like you. Won't be seeing it long, though. You're about to put this fucking town in your rear view.
You: Before you left, you decided to come down to good old Aunt Velma's. Some good memories in this place, some bad. It was the one place you'd go when you were happy, sad, or just hungry. The tile floor is a checkerboard pattern. White, like a dove's feathers. Black, like the dress she wore the day she left you out in the cold.
You: You're sitting at the bar, with a white mug of COFFEE in front of you. There is a POLICE OFFICER in the stool next to you, enjoying a slice of APPLE PIE. AUNT VELMA is watching television from a chair behind the counter, ready to take your order.
You: What do you do?
Stranger: Hm....leme read this...
Stranger: I order a slice of apple pie to go, apologize to aunt velma for not staying to chat tonight, then go back home and eat the pie while fucking my sister viciously.
You: You order a slice of apple pie to go. Aunt Velma seems a bit unsettled, and hands you the container. You leave without paying--after all the time you've given her, she owes you something on the house.
You: You arrive at home, hair matted, soaked by the rain. You charge up the stairs, Styrofoam container in hand, and kick in the third door on the right in the hallway.
You: The walls are painted pastel pink. Stuffed animals lie haphazardly about.
You: "Debbie." You grin. "I'm home."