he was asleep when the explosion came...a mini dynamite blast somewhere in his head

his brain felt like that fried egg searing in the pan in the 80's commercial about drug use

the needle went into the bottle...the fluid went into the tube...his brain erupted into flames..and down down down he went into that

"I'm not sure how long it'll be before i see the light of day again" drain

soon she began to hover...

her bright green eyes trying to forbid Autumn from coming to his life

he felt her swaying into his body to encapsulated the heat.... his dark essence as always tried to pushed her away

angry cowled and narcissistic she reach out cruelly to triplicated his burn

then she floated in she could warm the ice water in her veins and the Arctic chill in her bones

she turned inside him and her body undulated like meat on a spit begging for that an extra sickening roast

he saw her vulgar lecherous smile before he slipped again into unconsciousness

curving and sliding up at the corners of her mouth.... and her neon green eyes laser fine and targeted again on his soul.....she was at once dazzlingly beautiful and ugly beyond compare

his unconsciousness came none to soon

the nurse sent a sideways glance into his room before she made a call to his contact person

as the old man reached for the ringing phone

his shoulders drooped and rolled forward...his arms had that slightly crooked "I'm carrying something" look that old men got

it was a combination of Arthritis and age..and breaking too many sun-fishing wild mustangs when he was a young one

he could still hold his back up straight...but it didn't stay that way long...but the mean proud old fart could still break an occasional bronc and ride a horse 20 miles without flinching ...he still smoked...rolled his own...thin cheroots...and he put loco weed in em sometimes to do some awake dreaming

after he hung up the phone he threw some stuff together into his tattered green Army duffel and jumped into his rusty old truck and headed West

it was a phone call he half expected...but for completely different reasons...there was something not quite right about his grandson...something his mind didn't want to explore

he wondered "What the f*ck has my Grandson gotten himself into now"


nan shartel Sept. 26, 2011 @ 6:09 p.m.

totally trippy....i guess u can figure put what was happening to him can't ya...hahahahahahahahaha...let me know...;-D


quillpena Sept. 26, 2011 @ 7:19 p.m.

What the f-ck has he gotten himself into, indeed.


nan shartel Sept. 27, 2011 @ 11 a.m.

bad bongos Quill...i tell ya later....gotta bounce now


Dadler Sept. 28, 2011 @ 3:18 p.m.

"his brain felt like that fried egg searing in the pan in the 80's commercial about drug use"

boy have i felt like that lately.

I love stuff that can't be put into a neat category. excellent!


nan shartel Sept. 29, 2011 @ 7:21 a.m.

hey Dadler...thx for the drop by...and that u like the ur stuff 2..Nan


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