Conspiracy for That Ass

Feeling lonely today. The events of recent months have caused me to long for company and companionship more often than not. The day to day business becomes more and more tedious as a solo project. I found myself in the car, driving nowhere, hoping something would peak my interest and keep my feelings at bay. As it happens, I was only minutes from seeing a terrible car accident. When I drove past the scene, the accident had literally just happened. One car had a smashed front end, the driver of which was lying on the side of the road, surrounded by a small group of witnesses. The other car I couldn't see until I passed. It was a red minivan, and had somehow driven or was knocked over the side of the road, down into a large creek where it rested on its side. Two men were pulling a woman up and out through the passenger door. She seemed ok, but was helped away with a limp. The minivan was in a weird position, I can't figure how it got that way. Maybe it was all a setup, just for my morbid entertainment.

p.s.

All this happened in front of a hospital. What better place to stage an accident?

Determination

The leprechaun was short and stout, and he was not about to let a bit o’ wind keep him from his treasured gold. He held on to the tree branch with the strongest grip his right hand could get, while pulling a pocketed clover with his left. The clover sparked and hummed as the leprechaun began to whisper in ancient tongues. Magic began to encase the leprechaun, creating an unstable moment of reality of which he was the center. The force o’ the wind increased as the Tornado Spirit became frightened at the display of the leprechaun’s power. The forest surrounding the two creatures swayed and buckled as nature versus magic collided. The leprechaun grew silent, and held the clover in front of his eyes, gale force winds roaring past him. His eyes flashed green, causing a terrible rumble from the ground beneath them. The earth cracked open, and another, giant clover rose to the height of a small tree. Clover leaves spun like a fan as the giant clover countered the Tornado Spirit's winds with some winds of its own. The Tornado Spirit howled as it was overpowered by the giant clover fan and blown from existence. It’s task complete, the giant clover fan nodded in satisfaction, then returned to the crack in the earth from whence it came. The leprechaun coughed, and the magic around him disappeared. He looked at the clover in his hand and smiled. He was quite fond o’ the tricks he’d learned. He placed the clover back in his pocket, straightened his hat and coat, and continued toward the Epcot Center.

“Now. Back to me gold.”

Over the River Tritone

A homeless man is walking along a bridge at night. A single lamppost is all that illuminates the area. He mumbles to himself about the vastness of space while snapping his fingers to a beat he doesn’t hear. Never one to take his eyes off the ground, the homeless man doesn’t see the woman in the black dress appear suddenly out of nowhere beneath the lamppost in front of him. The woman in the black dress holds out her hand to keep the homeless man from bumping into her and startles him into semi-clarity.
“I liked that song,” he says, staring at a beautiful vision he hasn’t seen in far too long.
“It’s time to go, Handsome.” She says softly. She takes his hand and pulls him toward her, as the light from the lamppost dims and the darkness begins to surround them.

“Are you the devil?” he asks, his voice cracking with fear.

She kisses him, and with a smile says, “If you like.”