Sunday, March 17, 2013

Unlucky 400-leaf clover

Neverland X

A drink or four, then he trotted back home, his paces tick-tacking at the command of his watch. He didn’t remember when he started doing that or even when he started walking the less populated streets. At pace 400, he looked around and found a grin, one who would never grin again. He knew the police was perplexed, struggling to catch him, but this was his day, his routine, wearing some green, doing some drinking, some singing and, to help with his headaches, some hunting. Fortunately for him, it worked. The last look on their faces wasn’t as fortunate though…

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    1. Yep! I tend to bring dangerous and fatal consequences to my characters, in this case indirectly (those who die at the hands of an odd St. Patrick's celebratory routine). Thank you for your comment, Dondo. :)

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