A desperate call rang out as Abinia raced to hear the screeching eagle.
The eagle got louuder and louder, pulsing in her head, her footsteps distanced yet close.
Close to what, to whome? She was desperate to find out.
As she approached the corn maze, finding chaos and disloathe, there, the abandoned building where her Daddy's ashes laid, herself questioning to know where the eagle had brought her.
She heard him far off, calling and cawing, the hunt and search was over.
She carlefully stepped, tired from running, shoes dry and beaten, still trodding through the fire.
"When will mommy dearest return?"
Frozen in time, scared beyond reason, she lifted a match, struck it against her shoe, and the whole building collapsed all around her.
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"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with matches?"
He lit his and threw it into a pile of corn. This is how we pop the corn."
the traveler was handsome, lean, and robust. not like anyone Nanty had ever seen before. that was, before her brother committed the unspeakable. Nanty didnt give a shit about the clouds high overhead, the planes, the sailor's moon. All she wanted was a good fuck and some hard whiskey.
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Cowboy pulls out said whiskey, hands her the bottle.
"drink to the good ole days..."
Fucking, sucking, potting, is that what they call it?"
"No ma'am. The best days are now." the voice in her head telling lies.
She took a swig of his whiskey. Tasted sweet and smoothe. Damn she wanted some some good fucking.
Keepta runnin back to the booz and the jooz. The best thing there was was a heart and a hand.
But what she really wanted was what she got--was what she wanted-- what she ran from, was what she loathed.
Then when they were done,
they kissed, they held, they made love again,
and parted ways.
