The Daily Vignette

[mishalak]

Lars waits by the front door finishing his toast like a tall bony thing. A black clad flamingo or something. You know a what's it, a metaphor sort of thing. He's just licking his fingers as Dave comes down the stairs in a black turtleneck and jeans.

"All set?" he asks his glowering companion with a grin.

"No, I'm just ready to get this over."

"Right, follow me then. And don't worry nothing really bad will happen."

As they go out the front door Dave says to himself, "Why do I not believe you?"

Ten minutes later Lars is pushing the squeaky wheeled garden cart over partially frozen ruts with Dave's help. His crow seems not to mind to rough ride too much, he's still determinedly perched on his friend's shoulder. Dave is huffing and puffing out little clouds. The morning sun is just starting to remove the frost edging from the spruce trees.

Dave asks, "So Huff Where... Wheeze.. Are we.. going?"

"To Neversummer," he replies rolling the word around like he's tasting something golden.

"What? The national park is miles away!"

"No, no. Neversummer Distillery, that's it right up ahead."

The cart comes to a stop in front of a weather dulled chain link fence and gate. Dave catches his breath and then looks up as Lars fiddles with the padlock and his big ring of keys. There are various signs on the gate. "Neversummer Distillery, Home of the finest Colorado Whisky" "No Trespassers" "Keep Out" "Intruders Will Be Shot" "This means you Lars Redgrave!"

"For some reason I’m getting a bad feeling about this."

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