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 it..so 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"
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 it..so 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"