Beagle in the City #188

Simon: Say dad, how about a heaping cup of that. 

Ethan: you can’t have coffee. 

Simon: Can’t you see, I’ve got the shakes man! 

Ethan: You wouldn’t if you would stop stealing coffee.

Simon: I don’t like this but I will settle for a donut. 

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Bleeding Ink #1,158

Lately 

I’m not much 

On what to say 

But in between the lights maybe we can make it ok…

she moved in fast 

With the lightning and the waves 

When morning came she was gone away

Lately she’s been left out in the cold…

Alone on the rope 

Lately I haven’t had a lot to say 

Reaching over these walls we’ve learned to live in 

All I want is the fire that she makes 

The lightning and the waves 

Trace the fabric on the skin 

Feel the current  in her fingertips

Drink it in from her lips 

Lately I’m not much on words 

But she’s standing at my door 

In between the lights 

The midnight swim 

Her tides are coming in 

 

Haunted October #7

She kept drinking. 

The lights faded down 

Somehow lost in the smoke 

And the music 

Terrible karaoke 

Someone attempting Sheryl Crow 

“There’s a favourite mistake.” I said nodding to the girl on the little stage.

“At least she’s trying.” Sam laughed.  “I’ve never seen you with a mic in your hand.” 

“You never will. That’s my power.” 

We made our way to the back.  Knocked on the office door.  It opened. Men in suits moved to block the door. “Holden Caulfield” I said. 

“There’s a password?” Sam asked as we walked in. 

“No one told ME a password. Why didn’t I know the password?” 

The smoke wasn’t so bad in here.

We sat at the table. There was a card game going on. Someone offered a drink. Sam started for a yes. 

“We’re fine.” I said. Taking the drink and stirring it. I handed it to the head of the table.

 “What’s the case, How did he die?”

The younger one in the middle kept cutting cards. He always handed out a card for a case. He wasn’t a big talker. Each agent knew his assigned neighborhood. And each card had a meaning. Like a fortune. 

” Middle age is a Dead Sea filled with quiet waters. That is no place for passion. His wife knew she could never match an erotic affair.  How could she?” 

“You’re saying his wife had him killed?”

He lit a cigarette. Rubbing his forehead. “No. I’m saying. The dead seeds bring a dead harvest.” 

“You have to think ahead. Short term vs long term. What did this do for the long haul. What were you thinking?” I said. 

Sam poured another drink. I sat down and turned a card over. Looking him in the eyes. There was sweat on his face. He was nervous. 

“Eric was – impulsive. Yes, but this is just bad business. He handled your cards well.” 

He stopped shuffling… 

“You’re not here for a job …”

“You are the job.” 

“Shit.”

“Exactly” 

His eyes panicked. Before he could move he fell face down on his own cards. Cold. 

No one moved. Sam and I slowly got up. 

I looked around the room. Setting the drink straw on the table. 

“We don’t have to make a mess, but remember who watches your assets. Your family could be broke in two hours.” 

We made our way out. Back through the crowd. The music a low hum. 

“Holden Caulfield?” Sam asked. 

” an annoying dick.”  I said .

She kept drinking and lit another cigarette. 

Haunted October #6

There it was the camera flashing 

Illuminating the barn 

The smell hanging thick in the air 

Like the humidity 

Everyone wanted their picture taken 

Everyone wanted to look the same 

Dead eyes 

Pale perfect  skin 

There was no blemish 

No stretch marks 

Life sized dolls 

The photographer 

Made his living this way 

He simply gave them what they wanted 

He had his own bills to pay 

But there they were 

He felt like a dressmaker 

Or an old con man selling sugar packets 

Dead eyes staring back at him…

Everything is copy.  

Beagle in the City #187

Simon: Hi dad! So how is the work? 

Ethan: You can’t keep calling me like this… 

Simon: Listen, mom is still asleep. We need to discuss lunch. What are we having today? 

Ethan: We still have plenty of time… 

Plenty of time later 

Ethan: Simon! I’m home! Ready for lunch??

Simon: Dad! Hey dad!! You always come home at just the right time.

Ethan: You knew I was coming …

Simon: all of these apartment doors look the same.. how did you know where I was? 

Ethan: They’re  numbered…

Simon: What is “numbered?”