No Party for You
Lawrence approached the big, black doors.
“Good evening, sir,” the guard said, holding a clipboard. “Name, please.”
“Lawrence.”
The noise of a party going full swing could be heard behind the closed doors.
The man scanned the papers. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Dr. Thomas was going to make it.”
“Sorry. Don’t have it.”
“Anything you can do to let me in?”
“Do you have your Death Certificate?” the guard asked.
Lawrence stood silently.
“Not really, but I’m sure it’s coming soon,” he mumbled.
The guard smiled faintly. “Would you like me to put you on the waiting list?”
