More story, some views and maybe…

© 2019 Jon Corres Pirate Poet

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A shadows touch

He felt like he stepped through the mirror, like Alice of the story. An old fashioned juke box sat in the prominent corner of the establishment. A stage was at one end with care worn instruments – big band if he recalled his terms – sitting in stands. The place was pristine. The only sign of age was a cobweb, of all things, just at the dark corner of the bar.
The patrons sat and conversed as if he weren’t there. His chaperone, for lack of a better word, led him to a table nearest the music box/juke box.
” Relax. I’ll get us a pint, I’m sure you’ll love our local recipe for bitter, Mr.?”

Edgar had another voice lost moment before he answered her. ” Roberts. Edgar Roberts, I’m CFO for my company. Miss?”
She smiled at him, like a wolf in a way. He could swear she had small fangs or something in her toothy show of politeness. ” Arcane. Lesley Arcane. I’m caretaker for the Morris estate, just up the road. Perhaps I can give you a tour after you’ve had a moment to relax and gather yourself for your long trip.”

She turned abruptly and stepped up to the bar. Edgar took a moment to survey the crowd better. Was it his imagination or did no one look older than him? Mostly, faces were an ashen colour of some variety. The conversation almost seemed forced or rehearsed.

Was this some sort of elaborate pantomime? He shook his head as miss Arcane arrived with their drinks.

~
Curiouser, and Curiouser…. Want more?

Let me know!

Is it me, or is that every time I seem to get close, things seem further away?
Are people more dismissive, of change or anything unfamiliar?

Just my wayward mind again, questioning society and humanity as always.

So, an action cover for Camden’s Follies – Prams, Dynasties and New Orders. Okay, I can live with that!

For now… I’m going to retire to the editors desk and prepare to drive myself out of my mind formatting for Amazon. YAY!

Keep well, writing, imagining and dreaming!

~ The Pirate Poet

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