Fiction

The Devil Of New Orleans

A smile that would make any lady’s knees go weak

This time, the words don’t even sound human.

Every day we spoke in the stables, I fell for her more

He lights a cigarette and lets the smoke fill the room.

That is when the hunt begins.

She wanted to stay here forever in this room full of glamour

It was a cold dark night out, perfect weather for the hunt

This will be the fate that befalls all who resist us.

For as long as I can remember, it’s been over.

I frowned, was a storm coming?