Posts
Roland helped the forty seven year old housekeeper pass out little bowls of strawberries and creme fresh. It was getting late and we had to give them something. Charitable people basically want food for their money. A society dance band helps too, but this wasn't that kind of affair. Still, at ten thousand dollars a crack, they expected more than just exotic, vampiric recollections. Lucky the bodega two blocks down was open all night. So Roland ran out again and raided the cold fruit and salad bar. The sleepy-eyed skinny guy at the register said - What the hell are you, a strawberry shortcake addict?....... No - said Roland. I'm a vampire.... And he subtly flashed his sharp, tiny, cat-like fangs........ The guy mumbled - Go to hell, as he rang him up. But Roland just laughed. And the Tugboat Annie of a bag lady eating free sugars at the coffee bar made disgusting faces with her lips and yellow canine teeth as she gurgled - Me, too. Me, too.......... But she only looked that way 'cause somebody knocked her front teeth out. That's all... Roland slipped her a ten dollar bill. Could a had a full meal, like a stuffed omelet or something and potatoes and a big crusty bagel at Little Pete's, but she put it away for doughnuts and sweet wine the next day. I'm just telling you this so you'll realize vampires live in OUR world. Ain't no stylized, baroque stage set with tufted velvet and Persian cats, unless, of course they like that crap. Some do. Ours don't.
Meanwhile, back at the townhouse-palace, Marianne was getting to the part about the whale. He'd seen her spirit. At first he took her for one of the mer-folk. Most of them live deep in the mountains of the Mid Atlantic Ridge. But sometimes they'll swim out onto the plain. Then, upon closer inspection, he realized she was just a spirit. Whales have spirits too and apparently cetacean ghosts are not unheard of. So they danced through the sea together, a little, glowing, girl-shaped thing and the eighty foot long square faced prince. When the ballet was over, she returned to the leaden box and he ever so slightly nudged it with his fearsome, lower jaw, plowing it along the powdery bottom for quite some distance, til he stopped and began his song. The prince called to his retinue and six score heartbeats later they slowly materialized out of the gloom to hatch their special plan.
Marianne did not know their language. But she instinctively felt the good of it and hummed a sad-sweet song the whale-folk all enjoyed.......
<>< <>< <>< <>< <>< M ><> ><> ><> ><> ><>
please hit the SHARE button so this tale might swim through the web. create a COMMENT to mark your visit, for which we thank you very much...
Meanwhile, back at the townhouse-palace, Marianne was getting to the part about the whale. He'd seen her spirit. At first he took her for one of the mer-folk. Most of them live deep in the mountains of the Mid Atlantic Ridge. But sometimes they'll swim out onto the plain. Then, upon closer inspection, he realized she was just a spirit. Whales have spirits too and apparently cetacean ghosts are not unheard of. So they danced through the sea together, a little, glowing, girl-shaped thing and the eighty foot long square faced prince. When the ballet was over, she returned to the leaden box and he ever so slightly nudged it with his fearsome, lower jaw, plowing it along the powdery bottom for quite some distance, til he stopped and began his song. The prince called to his retinue and six score heartbeats later they slowly materialized out of the gloom to hatch their special plan.
Marianne did not know their language. But she instinctively felt the good of it and hummed a sad-sweet song the whale-folk all enjoyed.......
<>< <>< <>< <>< <>< M ><> ><> ><> ><> ><>
please hit the SHARE button so this tale might swim through the web. create a COMMENT to mark your visit, for which we thank you very much...
No comments:
Post a Comment