Bone Brothers
A 1,000 word short story that isn't a metaphor for anything, so don't even worry about it, okay?
The 1887 Club was dead. Harvey didn’t get it. Sure, it was a Thursday, but you’d think somebody would show up. He showed up. It’s not like there was anything good on TV keeping them at home. Why not drink on a Thursday? Fine. He didn’t mind. He ordered another High Life.
He was about to call it a night when he saw Tyler walk in. He almost didn’t recognize him. He was on his feet before he even thought about it.
“Oh my God! Dude. How are you?”
“Well, I’ve been going through some pretty big changes.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” Harvey laughed.
“I’m glad you did.”
“So you, uh,” Harvey didn’t know how to ask the next question. The one he had to ask that he knew had probably been asked a million times since the last time he saw him—saw them, but he wasn’t sure how to approach it. How do you ask something that somebody is already tired of asking? They didn’t have manuals for this. If they did, Harvey didn’t know where you got em.
Mercifully, he beat Harvey to it. “I’m a skeleton now.”
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