Capricorn (ep. 81)
He noticed a peculiar crack across the bar top. About four inches long, shaped like a Cheshire cat’s grin.
“Barman!” he shouted again. The service was as bad as the health and safety record.
The plaster on the wall had a crack too. About two feet long, grinning sideways like the bar top’s crack.
He made a note that the building was dilapidated. He would see this place closed.
A creak of wood and he noticed another crack. Under his feet, six feet long, opening like a Cheshire cat’s grin.
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Little Fears 
Is this my favorite? (Mike)
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Heh. It’s exactly how I imagine my home if Health n Safety came around… 😛
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Wow! Those are some nasty cracks!
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Aye, they are a bit mean!
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Cracked a smile for sure.
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Arf, cheers!
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Enjoyed the craich!
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Arf, cheers Peter!
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My new favorite!
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And it’s a horror! (of sorts…)
Cheers, Susan!
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The pub wasn’t all it was cracked up to be?
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Hah! The atmosphere swallows you whole… 😛
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Just a short interjection to thank you for reading my almost-anonymous blogs!
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Ooof, sorry sir.
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Crack is whack
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Arf! Indeed.
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Hahaaaa… Like that.. 🙂
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Cheers, Carolyn.
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