I am travelling and do not have easy or reliable access and cannot follow my regular format. However, this prompt did it’s job so I am huddled beneath some shade, sipping beer from a plastic cup, and writing on my cell phone, hoping to attach all this inside the hotel business office at some point.
A thought from last eve…ever wonder why hundreds of zombies only shuffle after those fleeing teens? Have you ever seen the fireworks in Disney then tried to leave quickly?
Here’s this weeks contribution:
Prey Or Other
The piano man stroked keys favoring ebony at this St. Augustine bar. Women shimmered in candle light, writhing a smokey coital grind. In a nook round an island of mounded glassware with a smoldering center, Cleveland engaged the traveler. He wore a tight collar fronted in white. Serpentining rosary were choked by restless fingers.
The two held palaver.
“It’s not I who needs saving, friend.”
“The drink is a demon’s bite, as a vampire steals life in sips.”
“If it’s your mission to save my soul, good sir, speak plainly. But first, play us a Godly hymn.”
jKb
The Bradley Chronicles 