Yesterday, Uncle Elathan called,
and asked, “Hey, Do you want to go eat lunch with me at the local bistro?”

“Sure”, I replied, as I grabbed my keys and
sunglasses.

I sped off to the bistro, and met him in
the parking lot.

“What ya been up to today?”

“Oh…not much, just going to school, and
I’ve got work in a few hours. I love my
life”, I replied, as he began to laugh at my remarks.

As we entered the door, I noticed four
women, ranging from 18 to 50 I would say. We sat down and one of the waitresses approached us, and asked if we
needed a few moments to decide. We
ordered our lunch, and she shuffled off and started cooking my hash browns all
the way, with tomatoes, ham, jalapeno peppers, bell peppers, onions, and
cheese. As I watched her struggle with
the onions, one of the servers, about my age, asked, “Little Boy, what do you
want to live so dangerously for? Ordering all of those peppers”.

“Girl, there is much more to me than meets
the eye. I like living dangerously. Don’t let my looks fool you, for I’m
nefarious, mischievous, insidious, and downright enamoured”, I replied, while
lighting a cigarette and smirking.

Her eyes doubled in size, as she gawked at
me, with a look of shock overtaking her face. She began to blush, as she said, “Did you hear what this boy told
me? He…he….”.

“He is a man, and you best damn address him
as such. He’s thirty-four years old”,
Uncle cried, as he stabbed the lit ashes of his cigar into the ashtray.

“Look…I’m sorry, I thought that you were
just a teenager or something”, she answered, while crossing her arms.

With another draw of the cigarette, I
replied, “It’s ok…But, I only allow one…woman…to call me little boy, and you
are not her.”

“Why do you want to act like such a badass,
when you are obviously not one? I can
see into your eyes, and I can see no evil within your spirit”, she answered, as
she tapped her feet against the floor tiles.

“OK…OK…You’ve figured me out,
congratulations”, I replied nervously.

“Can you come outside for a moment? I want to talk to you, without your uncle
sticking his two cents into the conversation”, she asked, as she approached the
exit.

So, we walked outside, and I asked, “Why
are you giving me such a hard time? Do
you like picking on men or something? Yes, I’m a nice guy…so what.”

“I know you from somewhere, or perhaps
another time or dimension”, she said, as her reddish-blonde hair lapsed in the
wind.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never met you, at least to my
recollection”, I answered, whilst keeping eye contact.

“Don’t act like that Sean, it’s not within
your soul to be like that.”

“Woe…woe…Who are you, and how do you know
my real middle name?”

“Calm down…Your uncle was talking about you
yesterday”, she replied, as she stared intently at me.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s M***y. Are you still writing? I can’t explain how I know you, but I do”,
she answered, whilst glancing upwards.

“What! How do you know that I write?”

I started nervously sweating, as I broke
eye contact and glanced downward…

                                           l 

                                           l

                                           l

                                           l

                                          \/

You dirty minded readers. I wasn’t checking out her chest, I
was looking for her name tag. Of course,
it was only after I saw her nametag that I did that. While reading her name, I noticed a pentacle, partially hidden under her
uniform.

Anyhow, after talking a few more moments,
we went back inside, and she told me to come back later to talk. Therefore, I went back last night, and to my
surprise, she had already gone home. She
is mysterious and spooky to say the least.

Random Posts

• Write Pen, Write! (3)
• Climbing Higher (10)
• Left-Wing is playing the race card again… (0)
• Back to School (2)
• Interesting Ads… (1)