Of Doves and Witches, Part 3

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Of Doves and Witches 3

I arrived earlier than usual. My daughter still snuggled in her bed and my wife giving Buddha a run for his money. I had met her in Shanghai. But that is for another story.
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Flicking the ashes off my licorice flavored-cigarette. Committing homicide to a journeying critter on the floor. I turned on the "OPEN" sign. I was having caffeine burnout and my adenoids were screaming. My pecker was sore from last night with my last line.

"What the butchers read in all their sawdust, hanging the lonely with the price of salt. It could have been, déjà vu all over again."

It was a quaint little shop, Doves and Witches, among the glades and sugar cane. With it came an attached coffee shop.

The incense candles burning were called Neurotic. I like to say that they were named for Homer Simpson and my cat with no name. I had been up most of the night, writing my "50 Shades of Pimento Loaf"  AKA "Dark Flows the Magenta."

I use to watch The Galloping Gourmet on TV. Thinking that I should write a book. Somehow everything got turned upside down and the Reading Club was reenacting stories they had read.

The Grand Cupola AKA as Rochelle Inglemann who was adverse to the Westerns and Romantic sections of my bookshop. Entering. I suspected that she was light in her Loafers. She usually came in looking for old Popular Mechanic magazines. The risque books had their own section.


Submitted: July 09, 2021

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