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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Night Crawler, Part 3
[time] => 2003-03-14 20:20:00
[hometext] => The next chapter in my night crawler story.
[bodytext] => The salt crystals on the beach made for a beautiful sight in the lighthouse beam.
The foghorns and waves breathed tranquility into his ears. The fish… I’ve said enough about the fish. The salt in the air dried out his nostrils and his mouth. He caught a glimpse of a lovely piece of driftwood out of the corner of his eye. He walked over to the soaked green stick And began spelling out vulgarities in the coarse sand. He smacked his tongue against his palate a couple of times In a wasted attempt to stir up some saliva. Just a few minutes to go. He squatted in the sand and watched patiently As the waves censored his sand-etchings By blurring them into nothingness. A dark cloud dissipated the moonlight and left everything Stained copper and blue from the lighthouse. It was one in the morning. He saw the feet at the top of his field of vision. His friend was waiting for him to make his move. He was waiting for the ocean to take him away With his violent words. The rack from the gunshot overtook all other sounds And pierced his ears like its projection pierced The jellyfish that had washed up on shore that evening. He couldn’t hear a word. His friend had certainly won his attention. “It’s too early for loud noises,” he said, matter-of-factly. “It’s not late enough for wierdos,” his friend replied, “besides, I have people looking for me, so we need to make this quick.” The man pulled out his wallet. “I need thirty, and I need it at my house by noon on Monday.” The man’s friend didn’t know what to say. He had never dealt with such a large order. “Here’s the address. My watch says 1:06 right now. Don’t be late.” That was all that had to be said. The two parted ways and disappeared once again Into the mists that rule the night. The man was starting to get hungry, And he needed a drink. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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