her to the fence. I really hated to do it, but I couldn’t think of anything else. If I gave her the brooch, she’d have her superhuman energy back and I’d never keep up to her. She’d get Barkman all to herself. I wouldn’t mind sharing him but Glendie seemed to have a possessive streak that I’d never known until now. Plus, I needed to put her back into the deck until I could figure out how to get the real Glendie back.
“How long do you need the sunburst to be restored back to normal?” I asked.
“At night, like now, I need it the whole time,” she wheezed out.
“What if you don't have it?”
Glendie grew weaker, before my very eyes, nearly unable to talk.
“Not sure.” She choked on the words.
Then Glendie slipped from consciousness. I pulled out the sunburst and held it near her. She recovered a bit, but not enough to talk.
I called Maisie.
*
“Maisie! Glendie's hanging from the fence. She looks hung over, but, actually, I took her pin and that made her sick, or something,” I shouted into the cell. I panicked.
“She'll be fine. She's sleeping. Let her be. I will come get her. Wait for me there,” Maisie said, like she was giving me a grocery list.
I ended the call and pocketed Glendie’s sunburst. “You'll be fine,” I said to her. She looked like she was having a nice dream.
Glendie was either too weak or too sound asleep to respond. The Black and Blue Tavern called to me, so I headed in that direction. I figured Maisie would arrive any minute to deal with Glendie. I hate to say it, but I left her there, cuffed to the fence. I made sure she was comfortable by giving her a couple of garbage cans to sit on.
Chapter 11
A Singed Sensit
It was about 8:30 by the time I got to the B & B tavern. The place was dingy. It really wasn’t my kind of hang out. It made the Wild Swan look like Caesar’s Palace. I spotted Barkman right away. He sat alone, drinking a beer. I had a strong urge to go over and sit with him, but instead, I sat at an empty table and watched him for a while. As far as the music went, it was a Madonna night of musical festivity, but there weren’t a lot of people in the place, so the dance floor was empty. They played videos on a small screen.
Compelled by the song “Hung Up”, I got up from my clandestine table and began to dance across the sparsely populated floor. Madonna always made me feel erotic in a funny and gimmicky kinda way.
I noticed they had a pole in the middle of the floor for those who felt fit and brave. I slithered and wiggled up to it and did a few spins, nothing too crazy because I didn’t have my ‘special’ dance thong on. When I looked over at him I had Barkman’s attention. He was looking at me with interest.
I wrapped the pole with my leg and did a few spin moves that exposed my abdomen. He gave me a small grin and nodded me over to join him, but I did a few more moves and then took my time dancing my way over. Once our eyes made contact we never looked anywhere else. By the time I got to his table he’d removed his jacket and exposed his sleeve of tattoos on his arms, shoulders and neck.
When I finally sat down, he moved in really tight and lit a cigarette.
“Ever seen a match burn twice?” he asked.
I wasn’t much of a pyromaniac, I didn’t catch on. “No.”
Barkman touched my arm with the blackened end of the wooden match stick and I flinched.
“That's hot and not in a good way,” I said, giving the spot on my arm a little rub.
He gave me the cigarette he lit and I took it. I took a nice long drag of it and the smoke tasted good.
He pulled out his box of match sticks.
“Do you trust your eyes?” he asked.
“Is this gonna hurt?” I was a little more wary this time.
He took out two match sticks. Held them between his thumb and forefingers, and showed me that they weren’t able to pass through each other, one sticking blocking the other. Then he performed a magic trick by passing the match sticks
“How long do you need the sunburst to be restored back to normal?” I asked.
“At night, like now, I need it the whole time,” she wheezed out.
“What if you don't have it?”
Glendie grew weaker, before my very eyes, nearly unable to talk.
“Not sure.” She choked on the words.
Then Glendie slipped from consciousness. I pulled out the sunburst and held it near her. She recovered a bit, but not enough to talk.
I called Maisie.
*
“Maisie! Glendie's hanging from the fence. She looks hung over, but, actually, I took her pin and that made her sick, or something,” I shouted into the cell. I panicked.
“She'll be fine. She's sleeping. Let her be. I will come get her. Wait for me there,” Maisie said, like she was giving me a grocery list.
I ended the call and pocketed Glendie’s sunburst. “You'll be fine,” I said to her. She looked like she was having a nice dream.
Glendie was either too weak or too sound asleep to respond. The Black and Blue Tavern called to me, so I headed in that direction. I figured Maisie would arrive any minute to deal with Glendie. I hate to say it, but I left her there, cuffed to the fence. I made sure she was comfortable by giving her a couple of garbage cans to sit on.
Chapter 11
A Singed Sensit
It was about 8:30 by the time I got to the B & B tavern. The place was dingy. It really wasn’t my kind of hang out. It made the Wild Swan look like Caesar’s Palace. I spotted Barkman right away. He sat alone, drinking a beer. I had a strong urge to go over and sit with him, but instead, I sat at an empty table and watched him for a while. As far as the music went, it was a Madonna night of musical festivity, but there weren’t a lot of people in the place, so the dance floor was empty. They played videos on a small screen.
Compelled by the song “Hung Up”, I got up from my clandestine table and began to dance across the sparsely populated floor. Madonna always made me feel erotic in a funny and gimmicky kinda way.
I noticed they had a pole in the middle of the floor for those who felt fit and brave. I slithered and wiggled up to it and did a few spins, nothing too crazy because I didn’t have my ‘special’ dance thong on. When I looked over at him I had Barkman’s attention. He was looking at me with interest.
I wrapped the pole with my leg and did a few spin moves that exposed my abdomen. He gave me a small grin and nodded me over to join him, but I did a few more moves and then took my time dancing my way over. Once our eyes made contact we never looked anywhere else. By the time I got to his table he’d removed his jacket and exposed his sleeve of tattoos on his arms, shoulders and neck.
When I finally sat down, he moved in really tight and lit a cigarette.
“Ever seen a match burn twice?” he asked.
I wasn’t much of a pyromaniac, I didn’t catch on. “No.”
Barkman touched my arm with the blackened end of the wooden match stick and I flinched.
“That's hot and not in a good way,” I said, giving the spot on my arm a little rub.
He gave me the cigarette he lit and I took it. I took a nice long drag of it and the smoke tasted good.
He pulled out his box of match sticks.
“Do you trust your eyes?” he asked.
“Is this gonna hurt?” I was a little more wary this time.
He took out two match sticks. Held them between his thumb and forefingers, and showed me that they weren’t able to pass through each other, one sticking blocking the other. Then he performed a magic trick by passing the match sticks
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