I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
When they reached the room, Chris declared, “I need a drink!” He lofted his bag onto the bed, squawked, “I’ll text you,” and fled.
Darren called his family assuring them that all was well, then waited. Tracking down Chris, even in a small, abandoned city like Charleston, could become an unwelcome adventure.
Almost asleep, Darren heard his phone. A text inquired, “Are you coming?”
Darren had accepted that Chris lived in a universe in which everyone should be able to read his mind. “Where?”
“Broadway. This place is a hoot!” Chris included a blurry picture showing an incoherent mixture of decor. “Come!” After a pause, he added, “Oh, and bring cover.”
