So walking home tonight I saw these two dudes standing
outside Munchies, where I like to get snacks a lot of the time. One of them, he’s
kinda’ cute, just talking to his buddy about some upcoming test, but I see what’s
over his shoulder. Looming over him was a cowboy hat wearing skeleton ablaze,
wafting the smoke of his cigarette. I stare at his spectral companion a moment
before he takes notice of me.
“Sup?” he addresses me.
“Nothing much, getting some onion rings.” I replied.
His friend eyes me up and down, “Looking for anything to do
tonight?”
He didn’t seem to see the secondhand smoking skeleton. “Not
unless you feel the fire, man.”
Fireboy nods to me, like he can hear Fachtna behind me
snickering at his friend and he’s well aware of the deadman above him. “Right on, sister!” He raised his hand for a
high-five, and how can I refuse a possible kindred spirit? “Maybe I’ll see you
around sometime.”
“Maybe. I got things going on tonight. Stay sharp, man.”
The onion rings were pretty good, but Fachtna hates it when
guys flirt with me, even if they may also be psychic sensitive, jealous maybe…
Or maybe he was just some dude and I was seeing shit again, and Fachtna has his reasons.
Blessed be,
Alcyone
Mood: Recumbent
Music: "Stubborn Love" - The Lumineers
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