draliman on life

Here is my contribution for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story for this week. For this challenge we get 150 words or so plus a photo and an opening sentence.

I must confess, I’m twenty-odd words over this week. Sorry :-(. This week’s story picks up pretty much where last week’s left off, as we rejoin newly-deceased stoners Chad and Brad, their souls ripped from their bodies after mistaking tales of alcoholic beverages with spirits of the ghostly variety.

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.

Copyright B.W. Beacham

“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive, dude.”

So saying, Chad jabbed the lead ghostly spirit (Basil by name), his fingers coming away covered with ectoplasm, sticky and insubstantial as a spider’s web.

“I’M SURE I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN,” intoned Basil.

“You lured us here with talk of spirits,” complained Chad. “Vodka, whisky…”

“Advocaat,” added Brad, puffing on a joint.

“AND SPIRITS YOU FOUND!” laughed Basil. “DON’T YOU JUST LOVE HOMONYMS!”

“Chad, calm down!” said Brad, offering him an insubstantial joint. Chad took a puff.

“Dude!” he exclaimed happily.

“Dude,” agreed Brad.

“We want back in our bodies, dead Dude,” said Chad, pointing at his corpse.

“PERHAPS… THERE IS A WAY,” pondered Basil. “WOULD YOU CONSENT TO… TRIAL IN COURT?”

“Hell yeah!” said Chad before Brad could stop him. “No jury in the world will rule against us!”

“BWAHAHA!” laughed Basil. “TRIAL BY COMBAT! IN THE COURT OF THE DAMNED! FOOLED YOU AGAIN, GULLIBLE STONERS!”

“Dude,” said Chad.

“Dude,” agreed Brad. “You know what we need?”

“Yeah!”

And so the pair set off in search of more ghostly weed, the better to endure the trials ahead.