Friday, June 13th 1924: Poker NIght
In reply to The Keeper of Secrets (msg # 1):
Before long, the morning sun was up shining through Mike and Shelley's bedroom. It was small, but had a bit of closet space. Silently, he absentmindedly watched the dust particles in front of Shelley's wooden vanity reflecting the sun.
There is no god here.
He could still see Jack's face in the faint light of that shed in his mind's eye.
Soon, the faint spatter of a drizzle started tapping on the window. He got up, put his trousers on, pulling his suspenders up over his shoulders. Shelley began to stir, "I'm awake." She said drearily.
Mike grabbed his grandfather's revolver off the night stand and holstered it. "Rise and shine, dear," he grinned as he leaned over to kiss her furrowed brow. "I'll get some coffee on."
The kitchen lay off the side of the hallway. Rays of light illuminating more shimmering dust. Could've been worse. At least they had wooden floors. Better than he had growing up. He put water in the kettle and lit the stove, stoking the kindling until it burned hot enough to boil the water. Shelley came in after the coffee was finished, "You sleep any better, Mike?"
Mike shook his head, "Nah," he grimaced burning his tongue on his mug of coffee, "Something feels off today."
"Must be the rain," she sighed. She looked around taking in the kitchen, "but I admit, it does feel odd. Like the atmosphere has changed. What's with all the crows?"
He hadn't realized the crows were especially talkative this morning. Shaking off a bizarre feeling, he smiled, "Maybe there's some road kill. Maybe we'll be eating a fine meal tonight!"
"Ew, gross!" She protested. "Go open the shop you barbarian."
The rest of the day went on like any other. Mike and Shelley's house was a small attachment to the shop they had built together after the war. When he was younger, his grandfather ran a distillery out of Brattleboro, VT and his father had settled down in Arkham and opened up a shop to sell basic goods and of course, their family moonshine. His mother had passed away when he was only 4 years old. His father followed her to the grave while he was in Europe. Mike got back to find the shop in disrepair. So he took his savings and reopened it. When prohibition started in 1920, he kept his moonshine stocked from the family distillery up North and discretely kept the Roadhouse in business. It was a bit more dangerous, but any issues were settled with a bribe and a wink. In the mean time, he continued attending night classes at the university where he reconnected with Shelley. They were never lovers before the war, but they weren't strangers either.
Nowadays, most of his days were filled with keeping the shop in order. Making sure the few part time employees they had (John Boy and Aaron, a few local toughs with big hearts and sentiments) did their jobs and running up North in his ol' Chevy Pickup Truck to get more moonshine. They made due. They were happy.
As twilight descended, Mike hopped into his truck and drove over to the Roadhouse. The rain began to pick up, and by the time he arrived it was threatening a proper downpour. He pulled into the now muddy driveway. He stepped out into the rain.
Mud. There's always mud.
He approached the front door but stopped as he reached for the handle. He shuddered as he remembered what he saw last night. Well, what he thought he saw.
Mud.
Bloody caved in face. Gaping maw.
Was it Jack?
He realized his hands were shaking again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath.
It's not real. You've got a vivid imagination is all.
He opened his eyes and the feeling had passed. It was just a dream. It was just his imagination.
Mike entered the Roadhouse, seeing Ivan at the bar he gave him a big grin, "You ready to lose all your money tonight?"
Ivan chuckled, "Not tonight! Lucy said I lost too much last week. Will have to sit out." The two of them laughed robustly, maybe too robustly.
"Alright, well lets get the cards and the table set up. See which of the boys wants to take their chances tonight. Someone get me a drink!"
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