Mytwosentences 226 (Dying To Know 49)

and suddenly there he was, the mystical and lost Buddy Bolden; coronet on lips, Boller slightly forward, yet upon you… and a sly, slick sound most couldn’t and would never be able to describe, until later… Allie’s dreaming eyes continued to roll beneath her wind burned lids until thoughts inevitably turned to that god forsaken beach table.

The enormous spotted gray sea bird continued cruising only inches above the ocean line, but truly zipping, toward the place that she, Zenobia, had long ago proclaimed Brigadoon… preparations had once again begun.

Written by Edward Roads

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